A movie worth watching a second time ❤️

Demetris 2022-04-22 07:01:10

?"Frightening Night" / 1997 / David Lunch

The plot may seem chaotic, but once you straighten it out, you'll find that whether it's the shots, the story, or the logic, the clues are obvious. About half an hour into the film, after Fader was in prison, I thought the film was coming to an end. In the end, it was just cloudy and foggy. All kinds of speculation, split personality? Flashback method?

David Lynch has weaved a huge web—constantly disoriented and disoriented. Are you wondering why Reina wasn't killed? Why suddenly change to another person? Why are you suddenly released from prison? Who is that browless guy? Who keeps documenting their lives? But perhaps to let the audience's willful imagination, there will be more unrestrained ?idea. It will make you constantly think and analyze, which is also the charm of this film. David Lynch is a master of deep psychology, so adept at interweaving memory, reality, and dreams so seamlessly. As a master work, the film's camera, music, performances are also extremely in place. Every sentence of the actors is inextricably linked with the subsequent plot. You will find that the sentence they said before will have a relative scene behind it, which is weird.

Very brain-burning - very worth pondering - nine points recommended?

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Extended Reading
  • Reagan 2022-04-24 07:01:05

    It's too much like Mulholland Road, but the two are two sides of the mirror in the core consideration. Moohe uses the traction of dreams to do rapid constriction (cohesion) in an expansive environment, while Yaoye uses the road between scattered points to do endless extension (radiation). From the perspective of the right to speak and the sense of gaze, I still feel that this work in the early years is just a dark path to Mulholland Drive.

  • Isobel 2022-03-26 09:01:04

    Rewatch. Six-star movie, postmodernist model. Lynch's image points to the future, and any psychological deconstruction is useless. Imagery is perceptual, and as we hit the dark road with David Bowie's I'm Deranged, we've become jazz musicians in a frenzy. Sexual, violent, bizarre, we're madly absorbing Lynch's video drug, turning off the sun, and pulling the stars down from the sky. Death and fear surround us. The change of identities between maintenance workers and musicians, the death of Dick Lauren, "true and false when false." We can't tell the difference between the real and the fake, let alone know the boundary between the real and the fake.

Lost Highway quotes

  • [Pete, disturbed by the saxophone music on a radio, switches the channels]

    Phil: What'd you change it for? I liked that.

    Pete Dayton: Well, I don't!

    Phil: I liked that.

  • Bill Dayton: The police called us today.

    Pete Dayton: What'd they want?

    Bill Dayton: They wanted to know if we had a chance to find out what happened to you the other night. And they wanted to know if you remembered anything.

    Pete Dayton: But... I don't remember anything. What'd you tell them?

    Bill Dayton: [after a long pause] We're not going to say anything about that night to the police.

    Candace Dayton: We saw you that night, Pete.

    Bill Dayton: You came home with your friend, Sheila.

    Pete Dayton: Sheila?

    Bill Dayton: Uh-huh. There was a man with you two.

    Pete Dayton: What is this? Why didn't you tell me anything? Who was the man?

    Bill Dayton: I've never seen him before in my life.

    Pete Dayton: What happened to me? Please Dad, if you know, tell me.

    [Bill and Candace sorrowfully look away from Pete]