Ear’s to you.
A Vincent Van Gogh special — a hacked-off hearing aid, if you will — sends a naïve young man spiraling downwards into a world of Grade-A creeps inflicting death and damage in David Lynch’s surreal mystery.
Now, being a huge fan of Lynch, I am well aware the word surreal should just be assumed when you mention his name.
That being said, this dark delight goes to extremes like few others.
Whether it’s Dean Stockwell lip-syncing to Roy Orbison, or Dennis Hopper rampaging through the dark night, fueled by drugs and psychosis, it still hits like a sledgehammer.
