Blain LaMotta’s review published on Letterboxd :
Down the Lynch rabbit hole again I go. One of my favorite motion pictures of all-time without a fucking doubt. Every time I watch it, it mutates and evolves along with me. If I watch it anymore times it might become my favorite Lynch film. I guess we shall see about that when the time comes. For now though, what a fucking masterpiece. I'm still trying to figure out why exactly I cry at the end, but who cares really. I'm feeling something transcendent. Just chalk it up to the magic of Lynch's dreams and imagination. Sweet.