Well, I’ve done a few things in my life which I ain’t too proud of. But I’ll tell you from now on I ain’t gonna do nothing for no good reason. All I know for sure is there’s more than a few bad ideas running around loose out there.
Only Nicolas Cage fits perfectly into this demented world, a road movie foaming with sleaze and ham-fisted Wizard of Oz references. As the Elvis to Laura Dern’s Marilyn Monroe, the sizzling lovers must evade the machinations set in motion by her “wicked witch” mother (in a somehow-Oscar-nominated performance by Diane Ladd). Lynch’s disregard for conventional editing is simultaneously a weakness and tonally defining as we slip in and out of flashbacks, and drift across locations, by will but not causal motivation. It is not unlike the inner monologues in Dune. The director is more interested in what the medium will allow him than ‘good taste’.