Lost Highway: Critic Reviews

Visually arresting, the movie does keep you going until the finale confirms suspicions that Lynch has painted himself into a corner.

Strange, disjointed; full of sex and violence.

Here, the road leads nowhere in particular; what you pay for is the ride.

What Lost Highway lacks in originality--compared to the rest of Lynch's oeuvre--it regains when compared to anyone else's films.

Its demented darkness actually coallesces into a strange kind of giddy joy - not unlike the rush of adrenaline one feels after a brush with danger.

It's pensive male anxiety, and for some cultural reason it's easier for audiences to accept female hysteria than the insecurities of men.

Mesmerizing yet cold and remote -- an exotic fish we can't touch.

The film begins promisingly, when a young couple gets paranoid over intrusion into their home, before turning into a bizarre yarn that many viewers will find confusing; even so Lynch's direction is mesmerizing from start to finish.

It's one of the downright spookiest films I've ever seen, and it gives me chills just to recall it.

With the hindsight of Mulholland Dr, the film is a lot more intelligible, with plenty of Lynchian themes in full blossom and a handful of excellent performances.

Ambicioso do ponto de vista narrativo e fotografado de forma sombriamente evocativa, o filme merece creditos por acreditar na inteligencia do espectador, mas acaba parecendo um exercicio para o superior Cidade dos Sonhos.

Director David Lynch, the master of creepiness, is back with a femme fatale film that's sinister, disquieting and deliberately obscure.