Lynch got me there.Maybe mullohant was a 9/10 movie but this one.Fucking totally Ninja 10/10... Its blow mind but in the end you are going το love it just pay attention...

“Lost Highway” is the film that opens David Lynch’s “mature” period. Loosely inspired by the OJ Simpson trial, it’s focused on the idea of “psychogenic fugue” in relation to traumatic events. Fred’s mind is desperately trying to protect itself by erasing certain memories and assuming a new identity. However, reality (represented by the videotapes taken by Mystery Man, the only entity who seems to have witnessed all events) keeps reminding him about the fallacy of subjective memory. But is video a reliable source of information? After all, what we are witnessing as viewers is a mere product of fiction. It’s not as engaging as “Mulholland Drive” or “Inland Empire” (by far the best of his films centered on identity), but I loved the gritty, grungy atmosphere and inventive camerawork here. The first 45 minutes could classify as some of the most unsettling horror footage in film history. Badalamenti’s score is also integrated by unnerving droning sounds, popular industrial songs, and contributions by Trent Reznor to help the film build up its own unique mood. Unfortunately, most of the tension falls apart with Pete’s lengthy segment in the middle, which felt like just like a low-key reiteration of the Blue Velvet formula.

i don't think i'll ever get tired of watching this psychedelic disturbing overwhelming film

I would like to rate it but... I really don't know what to think...

My mind craves a narrative. It tried its best to tie everything together as logically as it could. It got somewhere that it was satisfied with. But that's not the point. When watching a David Lynch movie, one has to let go of such pillars of moviemaking. The fact that I was so confused and tried to tie everything together makes this so beautiful. But it is not a narrative, it is a journey into an experience. Of what it is like to have a mind that is whisped away into its own distortion of reality. Without it realising how erratic the experience is. How wonderfully discordant. How gorgeously unhinged. How gracefully unbalanced. I went on a journey of confusion, but didn't allow myself to ride along with it. I desperately want to see it again, now that I know what its intentions are. That next experience is going to be different than the first. I think this is my favourite thing Lynch has made (that I've seen), besides Twin Peaks.