Lost Highway. Or, rather, I decided we’d see it. Beth had little say. Cause, you know, I was desperate to demonstrate my newfound-elitist-boarding-school-film-snobbery and Lost Highway checked all the right boxes: indescribable plot, bizarre red lighting, and Balthazar Getty’s naked ass.But also, Beth didn’t push back.
She never did. With anything. She always let me choose, which was something I wasn’t used to. I grew up in a family where “choice” was made by whomever was the loudest.
But Beth — she let me take over.Lost Highway was released pre-internet. We couldn’t really google a trailer or read a Vulture essay.
Information was dependent on what was in my Entertainment Weekly. With a review by Owen Gleiberman stating, “David Lynch’s most.
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