Slower than necessary, even by Lynch’s glacial standards.
But still weird and beautiful.
Not as bad as I thought I remembered.
Aside from a few 90s acting staples, the entire cast is comprised of “hey it’s that guy/girl” actors that you’ve seen a trillion times but would be hard pressed to conjure a name for just one of them.
Tea Leoni is an absolute charisma vortex and the rest of the cast seemed to take a cue from her and practically sleep walked (slept walked?) through this movie.
But graded on a massive curve. No third act of a story has had to do this much heavy lifting before. Last Jedi left JJ nowhere to go and barely anything to draw from.
Much of this film’s problem is that it’s, by necessity, two movies jammed into one. There is no time to pause and reflect on anything because before you know it the next big thing is happening.
The result is a film that has no…
I’ve recently re-evaluated this movie.
What I once attributed with the filmmaking naïveté of the time, has been revealed to be far more self aware than I appreciated in past viewings.
This movie knows exactly what it is. Walking a tight rope between parody and homage.
Russel’s over the top channeling of John Wayne should have clued me in long ago. 🤦🏻♂️