So this is a made-for-TV movie "starring" Nicolas Cage.
It was directed by David Lynch. Yes. That David Lynch.
If you are familiar with the cinematic offerings of Mr. Lynch, then you likely have a pretty solid idea of what you're in for - in that you know enough not to make any suppositions whatsoever about what you're in for.
If you're not, however, I'm in something of a tight spot. You see - he's weird. Properly weird. Surreal-to-the-max weird. Nothing is too vague or abstract, and nothing deserves explicit explanation.
So it's best just to offer some examples.
The movie starts with a brief phone conversation between Cage ("Heartbreaker") and is soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend ("The Brokenhearted"). He dumps her.
Then things get all Lynch-y. A quick bit of research into some more-or-less official documentation (IE Wikipedia and IMDB) spells out that the remaining 40 minutes of the film are the titular "dream of the brokenhearted" where midgets saw logs, a ghostly dream-self of The Brokenhearted croons vague love ballads, semi-clad women get caught in TV towers and locked in trunks, a giant devil-elk is either resurrected or created and infused with live and a man plays a clarinet.
See? Weird.
Anyway, that's pretty much that.
Here's part one of five - the whole thing's available on YouTube. You should watch it. What have you got to lose?
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