That uneasiness is the lifeblood of Wild at Heart, which sets a love of the purest and most passionate kind against a sun-scorched landscape of ceaseless hostility. The appeal of road movies is that they allow for a certain amount of narrative spontaneity, with every exit teasing the possibility of a new and unexpected subplot. The sequence is Wild at Heart in microcosm, with the AM stations representing treacherous pitstops on the lost highways between a deep south correctional facility and sunny California, where Sailor and Lula hope to carve out some place for themselves. Romance pokes through the violence and discord like a bloom through cracks in the pavement. And then suddenly, the adrenalized thump of Powermad’s Slaughterhouse fades out and the lush strings of Richard Strauss overwhelm the soundtrack. As the two thrash along in the embankment – Sailor, with his karate-kick dancing style, seems like a terror in nightclubs – Lynch’s camera cranes upwards to a magic-hour sunset across the field. “Sailor Ripley, you get me some music on that radio this instant!” she screams, and he obliges, scanning past more talk-radio mayhem before landing, improbably, on a track by the Minneapolis speed metal band Powermad. Definitely it would be the worst movie for those interested in entering Lynch's filmography, although fans of the director will not only know what to expect from this feature-length film, but will also see his most ambitious, grotesque, sublime, and deliciously confusing and impenetrable work.Lula pulls the car over in disgust. The result is a challenging three-hour footage that follows a similar line to 'Por el lado oscuro del camino' ('Lost Highway') and 'Sueños, misterios y secretos' ('Mulholland Drive') -unofficially forming the 'Trilogía de Los Ángeles'-, interweaving various nightmarish stories whose relationships between them are abstract at best, filmed in digital video format that exalts its delirious aesthetics.
It is also David Lynch in his most "lynchian" mode, offering here what appears to be a story of an actress (Laura Dern) who, when submitting to filming the remake of an unfinished and supposedly cursed movie, gradually loses her contact with reality. David Lynch 2006 With totally and absolutely surreal aspirations that discard all traditional narrative logic, 'El imperio' ('Inland Empire') is, so far, the last feature-length film by David Lynch ('Eraserhead').
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