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David Lynch is known for his abstraction, dealing with imagery more than plotline, directing characters to act as their id. In that sense, this movie follows his other films stylistically. However, some sort of behavior or theme must tie everything together to make the movie cohesive and watch-able. Unfortunately, Lynch tries too hard in Lost Highway to throw strange, disconcerting images towards the viewer. Although the scenes are somewhat interesting, the movie contains so much garbled dialogue and plot that it becomes bewildering. The viewer is preoccupied too much with just happened in the past scene to concern themselves with the contents of the current scene. Since the imagery used is neither lush nor as well-developed as in his other movies, after a while one feels no point in paying attention anymore. I would suggest picking up the soundtrack instead; it contains some innovative jazz work and isn't laden with disassociative imagery.

I have a special place in my heart for films such as this one, that place deep within me that embraces the horrible, terrible stupidity of low budget gore. If you share my love then, you will love Nail Gun Massacre, one of the only films made in Puerto Rico I have ever seen outside of sick pornography and made-for-TV movies. Most of the time the dialogue is barely audible, stifled by the inappropriate soundtrack or from the sound man (if there even was one) being too far from the characters. Luckily this movie does not rely on such paltry elements such as plot and writing. The plot (?) involves a rape of a local woman by construction workers and a mysterious killer seeking revenge with, you guessed it, a nail gun. As a special treat, the movie has a surprise ending of the true identity of the killer. If you can follow the events, you can probably pick out who could possibly be committing these murders from the three characters that are not busy getting nailed to the highway. Watch this movie if you don't really care about anything except the occasional crotch nailing and are willing to hit the fast forward button.

Painfully Italian with many wacky sound effects and small automobiles, Mr. Superinvisible is one of the best schlocky import movies I have ever seen. The music is obnoxiously swinging and the sets are comprised of horrible Mod Italian 1960's décor with pseudo-science minimalism. It all ads to the charm! The plot involves exploding eggs, Indian invisibility potion, really simple special effects and multiple defects for the viewer's enjoyment. This is one of the best movies to make fun of or watch under varying states of sobriety. One can never go wrong when a movie includes an invisible monkey.