Lost Highway: A Lynchian Rollercoaster

Right then, buckle up ’cause “Lost Highway” is not your grandma’s cozy evening flick. Directed by the brilliantly baffling David Lynch, this film is like that dream you had after too much Surströmming—confusing but you can’t stop thinking about it.

The film stars Bill Pullman and Patricia Arquette, who are absolutely bonkers together on screen. Pullman is as intense as a Swedish winter, while Arquette delivers one of those performances that gets under your skin and stays there, like the memory of a weird but captivating IKEA commercial. You know those ones.

This is Lynch, so you better expect weirdness. The pacing’s like a Swedish summer day—long and strange, but worth every second. First time I watched it, back in ’97, I was at a cinema in Malmö and missed the last bus home. I actually ended up wandering the streets, which felt fitting after the movie, trying to make heads or tails of what I’d just seen. Still kind of doing that, if I’m honest!

Musically, you’re in for a treat, thanks to composer Angelo Badalamenti and a soundtrack mixing David Bowie and Rammstein of all people. It’s like being in a smoky club in Stockholm when you weren’t exactly sure why you went out in the first place but then the music just hits you in the face. In a good way.

The vibe’s eerie, lingering—a bit like when you spot your ex at a party. It’s gripping and confusing and you can’t look away even though it might be better for your sanity. Lynch has this knack for making the familiar utterly strange. It’s both awesome and really bloody unsettling.

Still wondering what it all meant, but maybe that’s the magic? Would love to hear everyone’s theories—drop a comment!

Check the trailer below