Directed by: David Lynch
Starring: Naomi Watts, Laura Harring, Justin Theroux
Okay, okay, I came up with a funny joke: What’s the difference between David Lynch and Russ Meyer? About three cup sizes! Ha ha ha! Get it? Because they both make movies which seem to only exist as a vehicle for pointless sex scenes! I’m so funny.
A woman involved in a car accident finds herself with amnesia, and hides out in a house occupied by an aspiring actress. They become close, and the actress tries to help the amnesiac find her identity while applying for parts. The amnesiac finds a strange blue key and a tiny box that it fits into, and then all of a sudden our main characters have changed (but remain the same actresses). Now the naive Naomi Watts is a bitter, washed-up actress, and the amnesiac Laura Harring is her ex-lover and major bitch, who eventually drives the other to kill herself after some stupid, unexplainable shit happens.
Most of this movie is… well, it’s not good per se, but I can at least see where it’s going, then they open that box and everything becomes like a David Lynch film and, welp, he pretty much gave up. It’s like he just couldn’t think of any way to end the movie, so he said, “All right, Twin Peaks + Lost Highway + lesbians. GOOD ENOUGH!”
Naomi Watts is really good in it, at least. It seems that that’s one thing Lynch is actually pretty good at doing, getting really good performances out of his actors. Now he just needs to learn how to write.