Come for the conspiracy, stay for the carnivorous sprawl of Los Angeles.
Come for the conspiracy, stay for the carnivorous sprawl of Los Angeles.
Almost 50 years ago, David Lynch had already understood that normal life is surreal.
The real American dream is discovering evil next door and still getting to sleep in your own bed.
The sixties are dead in Vineland, but like every bad parent, they keep showing up uninvited.
This is not a good movie, exactly. It is a classified document from the last year cocaine was allowed to make creative decisions.
