The film is fantastic from start to finish.  (I saw it @ the AFI Film Festival)  I am really happy to see that a Rolling Stone critic is in such heavy support of it.  I can't wait to see people's reactions to the power of this film.

-Flux   

 

Thats the best outline of the plot ive heard. Great movie!
 

Top drawer!
 

Not much of a review, but hey - how DO you describe a film that takes pretty much everything you thought was standardised in cinema and twists it? Only Lynch would dare! Love it or hate it, it's so rammed full of fresh ideas, Hollywood should retire as sad, old, boring, money scrounging sheep.
 

The railroad tracks appeared to be long and narrow that day.It was as if they went on for miles and miles.All the green grass blades in the field of green grass blades,alongside the tracks,resembled each other somehow.It was as almost as if they coud've all been green grass blades.Among the green grass blades were little garden gnomes with 12 inch penises that appeared to be acting like garder snake scarecrows.The ants in the field looked at each other as if they were looking into a mirror.The garden gnomes hair was so long it was as if it went from the root all the way to the tip,which is like the string,that if you look closely enough,it will appear to go from one end all the way to the other.I could tell by the way their lips moved and how they exchanged words that there was a conversation going on.When they would talk,each word was so full of meaning,so full that if you were to look the words up in the dictionary you would find a definition.The day was like the night only with light and the night was like the day only without light.Its like if you took the day and put it at 12:00pm ,but still called it day.Time flew by like a guy who just stole your favorite watch and is running up the street.Walking felt unusual,it was as if I was taught all my life to put one foot in front of the other one step at a time and now I have finally confirmed that belief.I now realize that clapping is a group effort and that my clapping wont get any better by practicing by myself,but its still fun sometimes to do it without an act or a crowd.The sun shone and looked just like a great big firey ball in the sky.The Dove was white opposite of black and flapped its wings in a way only a bird can do.When she smiled she lit up the room like an 80 watt bulb and gave off white light, a white light that illuminated and consumed me like a man caught in an avalanch,a female avalanch that Im in love with and have sexual fantasies about.We would make love in front of the fireplace while the sound of "snap,crackle,pop" that came from the fire filled the room with a serenity that was reminiscent of the days when I used to watch porno movies and eat Rice Crispies.When she talked the words flowed out of her mouth like it was that time of the month.Her glossy red lips reminded me of my rust covered car that just got washed.When we met it was like 2 worlds colliding at a Milky Way demolition derby.When we met she told me that she was Heaven sent,it was like that time when a stuntwoman jumped from a really tall building and missed the target.The second time we met I thought I had died and gone to Heaven,but I couldnt talk to you because I was dead.The wolves howled in the far off distance,that reminded me of the days when I was 23 years old and you were barely a teenager and you would call me your ,"Little pedofile" as I would chase you into the woods under the moonlight.Her rainbow like words carressed my ears like an ear muff made out of Lifesavers.The humidity in the air made it sticky which brought with it a sweet aroma that permiated the senses as if a hive full of bumblebees started puking up a bad batch of honey.The night was still, even though the other nights at the roundtable were loud and boisterous.The wind blew like a million fans filling an Italian soccer stadium.The next day the railroad tracks appeared to be long and narrow and like the day before it was as if they went on for miles and miles.Written by:Bob Loblaw and The Loblaws featuring Robby and Bobby Loblaw.copyright 2007
 

Laura Dern is fanastic in this movie. As crazy and incoherent as the film sometimes gets, her face and presence is the humanity that keeps it moving, although not really forward or backward but rather on some weird slant.