This film simultaneously pays homage to and reshapes the film noir 'genre' into a turn of the century neo-noir that only David Lynch could make.
The opening half of the film is slow, difficult at times to follow and understand, yet is central to the second half of the film where films make as much sense as one could want in a film from this director. It is almost as if the first half becomes a 'b-film', played before the main spectacle (many film noirs from the defining period of the 1940s and 1950s were featured as such - deliberately low-budget). Lynch's 'main-spectacle' begins when car-mechanic Pete seems to metamorphise into Fred, a convicted murder in a death-row cell. The innocence youth Pete is released upon identity, and Lynch from then on in abounds in tributes to classic film noir imagery, such as a burning beach house, high speed west coast car chases, and a chilling camera shot that makes the viewer think the mechanic will get crushed by the car he is operating under, as poor Nick perished in 'Kiss Me Deadly'.
However, the two noir motifs that blend the 'b-film' and 'the main spectacle' are the 'femme fatale', played by the same actress (a striking brunette, and a deadly blonde. Perhaps their character's relationship to the plot makes more sense in light of Mulholland Drive's lesbian sex scene?), and the obese and incompetent detectives. The development of these characters through the two 'films' within a film binds the narrative together whilst leaving several threads of the plot open to question. The most valid interpretation is as the director himself as said, in life there are no answers, so why should his films have answers? Like all noir films, that were not made under Hollywood's strict codes of production, Lynch challenges the 'safe' world of classical Hollywood cinema, in which questions are answered and film making rules obeyed. For this reason, if one can categorise Lynch, he is a director of noir films. A rebel who questions both filmmaking and becomes a modern philosopher.
Lynch's genius is that he at once acknowledges the importance and ambiguity of the noir 'genre' (in film criticism it is highly debatable whether noir is even a genre in its own right, or not a hybrid of the gangster or detective), yet challenges its boundaries, presenting a 'b-movie' as both a prelude yet also an integral part of his main feature. Lost Highway takes an already ambiguous 'genre', and creates a movie that breaks even its' 'genre's codes of production. The house doesn't burn. The mechanic isn't crushed. Who the hell is the mystery man?! Lynch's ambiguities elevate the mystery surrounding Kiss Me Deadly's 'Great Whatsit' to extended hyperbole, that extends the noir 'genre' boundaries to the point where the genre is 'noir', it is 'Lynch'.
This film should be looked at as a challenge to criticism surrounding the noir 'genre' and is a central part of Lynch's filmography. It should be watched after seeing 'Kiss Me Deadly' and after being acquainted with Lynch's other films.
The opening half of the film is slow, difficult at times to follow and understand, yet is central to the second half of the film where films make as much sense as one could want in a film from this director. It is almost as if the first half becomes a 'b-film', played before the main spectacle (many film noirs from the defining period of the 1940s and 1950s were featured as such - deliberately low-budget). Lynch's 'main-spectacle' begins when car-mechanic Pete seems to metamorphise into Fred, a convicted murder in a death-row cell. The innocence youth Pete is released upon identity, and Lynch from then on in abounds in tributes to classic film noir imagery, such as a burning beach house, high speed west coast car chases, and a chilling camera shot that makes the viewer think the mechanic will get crushed by the car he is operating under, as poor Nick perished in 'Kiss Me Deadly'.
However, the two noir motifs that blend the 'b-film' and 'the main spectacle' are the 'femme fatale', played by the same actress (a striking brunette, and a deadly blonde. Perhaps their character's relationship to the plot makes more sense in light of Mulholland Drive's lesbian sex scene?), and the obese and incompetent detectives. The development of these characters through the two 'films' within a film binds the narrative together whilst leaving several threads of the plot open to question. The most valid interpretation is as the director himself as said, in life there are no answers, so why should his films have answers? Like all noir films, that were not made under Hollywood's strict codes of production, Lynch challenges the 'safe' world of classical Hollywood cinema, in which questions are answered and film making rules obeyed. For this reason, if one can categorise Lynch, he is a director of noir films. A rebel who questions both filmmaking and becomes a modern philosopher.
Lynch's genius is that he at once acknowledges the importance and ambiguity of the noir 'genre' (in film criticism it is highly debatable whether noir is even a genre in its own right, or not a hybrid of the gangster or detective), yet challenges its boundaries, presenting a 'b-movie' as both a prelude yet also an integral part of his main feature. Lost Highway takes an already ambiguous 'genre', and creates a movie that breaks even its' 'genre's codes of production. The house doesn't burn. The mechanic isn't crushed. Who the hell is the mystery man?! Lynch's ambiguities elevate the mystery surrounding Kiss Me Deadly's 'Great Whatsit' to extended hyperbole, that extends the noir 'genre' boundaries to the point where the genre is 'noir', it is 'Lynch'.
This film should be looked at as a challenge to criticism surrounding the noir 'genre' and is a central part of Lynch's filmography. It should be watched after seeing 'Kiss Me Deadly' and after being acquainted with Lynch's other films.
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