Saw this in cinema plenty of years ago and couldn't believe how much fun it was. Twisting the noir genre with abandon, while you never know which turn it's going to take, dead serious or full on parody, til the very end. All the misunderstandings. Him standing in the middle of a field almost next to a farm house after having taken care of the body (mind you, not quite just a body). Thinking it was her who shot her husband (due to the gun), while she insists she hadn't done "anything funny." The phone call from Marty, and Ray's reaction. How the talk never leads anywhere (Lynch style). Then the music. Plus many, many glorious shots (truck passing by a minute just after).
Back then when I saw it, if you got a taste for it and appreciated the film making context, this was the most lovable, profoundly engaging and beautifully crafted piece. Still is, decades later.
Back then when I saw it, if you got a taste for it and appreciated the film making context, this was the most lovable, profoundly engaging and beautifully crafted piece. Still is, decades later.