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21 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 70Chicago ReaderJonathan RosenbaumChicago ReaderJonathan RosenbaumProperly speaking, this isn't a movie with characters but with figures, each of them as overblown as a plastic inner tube.
- 70The New YorkerMichael SragowThe New YorkerMichael SragowThe first half of this 1997 movie suffers from abstraction. Still, it's a compelling erotic nightmare.
- 60VarietyTodd McCarthyVarietyTodd McCarthyAlthough uneven and too deliberately obscure in meaning to be entirely satisfying, result remains sufficiently intriguing and startling to bring many of Lynch's old fans back on board for this careening ride.
- 60The New York TimesJanet MaslinThe New York TimesJanet MaslinLost Highway, an elaborate hallucination that could never be mistaken for the work of anyone else, finds Mr. Lynch echoing the perversity of "Blue Velvet," the earlier film of his that this most closely resembles.
- 50Christian Science MonitorDavid SterrittChristian Science MonitorDavid SterrittThe film actually deserves four stars for its imaginative style and astonishing suspense, zero stars for its shameless exploitation of violent shocks and loveless sensuality.
- 50The Globe and Mail (Toronto)Rick GroenThe Globe and Mail (Toronto)Rick GroenDavid Lynch's eye-popping imagery is buried under an avalanche of self-indulgence.
- 50L.A. WeeklyManohla DargisL.A. WeeklyManohla DargisIt's a soulless and dull bit of showmanship, but it sure sounds profound.
- 50Austin ChronicleMarc SavlovAustin ChronicleMarc SavlovLynch, who penned the screenplay with novelist Barry Gifford (Wild at Heart), seems to be attempting to capture not just a sense of place and time (it never works -- Lost Highway is wholly, irrevocably, out of place and without any linear time or time line to speak of), but also a sense of madness.
- 50NewsweekJack KrollNewsweekJack KrollIn Lost Highway, reality has become a dream. But Lynch has forgotten how boring it is listening to someone else's dream.
- 50Chicago Sun-TimesRoger EbertChicago Sun-TimesRoger EbertIt's a shaggy ghost story, an exercise in style, a film made with a certain breezy contempt for audiences.