Austin’s review published on Letterboxd:
The seduction of dreams (whose?) collapsing into into an intangible collision of identity and the creepy things hiding in our subconscious and just around the corner. Hollywood is the whisper in the dark, audible silk floating out of the dumpster, ready to tear down fantasy and place the shredded bits into a nightmare.
As I was watching, I couldn't help but think the film was a tilted presentation of reality, but one that certainly made total logical sense. And then like the images, possible dreams and potential realities implode (maybe), warping the subversion of classic Hollywood into something bleaker and more horrifying.
Lynch fuses identities (I think), distorting behavior into pure emotional-action, and washes a straight forward narrative in a dreamy/nightmare logic. Everything is there in the feeling even if we don't recognize it. If you go looking for sense, just be careful of the things beating in the dark.