I love how, even when making a film that doesn't involve other dimensions and dreamscapes and whatever, he still can't bloody help himself and throws in loads of Wizard of Oz references to invoke the spectre of a dream world. By doing so, the journey Lula and Sailor go on becomes one tinged with the wish-fulfillment fantasy that classic story implies, juxtaposed with the depressing reality of it all.

Lynch's brand of humour is intact here, too, and it may be more prominent than in any other his other films. It's absurdist and weird and creepy and it wouldn't be Lynch if it wasn't. Also bringing in Twin Peaks actors for cameos is also a cheap move designed solely to make me smile from ear to ear.

The fact that both this and Cronenberg's Crash won prestigious prizes at Cannes proves they're all perverts.