I'm halfway through this film (another advantage to watching it on TV; you can serialize it).

It's exceptional. Far better than the reviews lead me to expect. Creepy as only Lynch can do creepy.

All the familiar Lynch touchstones are there: close-ups of a weeping woman in trouble; fractured time; odd asides that don't makes sense until the end (if then), Harry Dean Stanton being weird; a matinee-idol male protagonist; dark hallways; lights and lamps that suggest doom; and so on.

A new Lynch film is like another visit to a recurring dream (nightmare?). I just with they came along more often.

I guess I get extra bonus points for watching it on a 15-year old TV with a failing picture tube. "Now, it's dark".

Please be sure to watch the second DVD of bonus material, particulary the chapter called "stories." There Lynch muses in front of a camera on everything from musical influences (Penderecki's "hellzone") to those who pervert his art by watching his films on their cell phones. It's Lynch at his candid best. (Although when isn't he?)