A nearly three-hour opus that in its few coherent moments centers on an identity crisis suffered by a Hollywood actress (Laura Dern), this will try the patience of the most devoted fans of director David Lynch. Mood, motif – these are the usual rewards of a Lynch picture, but even they wear out their welcome this time. Shot on digital video, Lynch’s usual arresting imagery is fuzzy and badly lit, while the avant-gardism feels less born of the director’s bizarre brain than there to prop up his reputation. Among the flourishes this time around: people in rabbit suits; Dern in a dual role; and a room full of prostitutes doing some sort of zombie dance to the tune of “The Locomotion.
