Someone called this hokey. I think it’s holy. David Lynch film about death told through a bright eyed Midwesterner’s stubborn lawnmower ride through flat fields and small hills. Stars. Wieners. Fires. Bikes. Memories. Confessions. Stars. The Afterlife.
Two of the most memorable and greatest performances on film: Richard Farnsworth and Sissy Spacek. And then there’s Harry Dean Stanton with a tiny role that is pure magic.