Lost Highway

Driving down a dark road. A small wooden cabin being blown to bits in reverse. A plot that’s a beautifully unintelligible mess of distrust & anguish. The themes (at least to me) unlike the plot are very obvious, yet not simple in the slightest. All the complexities to be discussed around the sex-oriented tension in human-kind would take centuries of history to fully cover at every corner, including massively subjective elements of the individual life experience. Just as subjective as “love” is, “hate” is so, being primarily interchangeable by one thing: trust. Moreover there’s a guilt that comes with breaking trust regardless of the scale that is seldomly appreciated in film with any sort of creativity. But this is creativity incarnate, a Neo-noir psychedelic rabbit hole into the mind of the guilty, & one of the two most impactful things in the creation of one of, if not the single most impactful piece of art I’ve ever experienced — Silent Hill II. So for that I’m grateful to Lynch. But at the same time recently I’ve been writing a script of my own & this gave me that sort of Ridley Scott Star Wars moment where I realized, this is everything I strive to be but I’m not secure enough to believe I’m capable of. But damn man if it isn’t motivating me to try harder, write smarter, because the results truly can be powerful beyond words even if the audience doesn’t always appreciate it enough.