Khoi Vinh’s review published on Letterboxd:
I last saw this on opening night in 1984, I think? I remember getting the glossary handed to me and looking it over in my seat before the lights went down. That should have been a sign.
Lynch seems to blame the studio for how off the rails this is but there's just no way it would've turned out well even if they'd been hands off. He spends so much time and care up front on ridiculous idiosyncrasies that by the time he gets to the second hour he's literally sprinting to make up for time. The result is a second half that's like a supercut made from something much longer, but not necessarily any better. Nothing really connects; it all just gets explained in increasingly frequent and increasingly desperate voice overs. What a waste.