![]() Lynch is barely able to hold all of his tawdry crime-movie elements together. After satiating himself, Sailor decides to skip out on parole and take Lula on a cross-country road trip, which quickly devolves into a desperate chase, as the two are hunted by a horde of increasingly sick weirdoes-played by some of the world’s great actors, including Harry Dean Stanton, Isabella Rossellini and Willem Dafoe-most of whom have been sent after them by Marietta. Two years later Sailor is released and, in direct defiance of Marietta, is scooped up by Lula and taken to a motel where-amongst Lynch’s fiery images of matches, car crashes and cigarette cherries-the couple make up for lost intimacy in between excursions to heavy metal clubs. He’s sent to prison for manslaughter, but through a series of flashbacks it’s revealed that Lula’s jealous mother, Marietta (Diane Ladd, Dern’s actual mother), set the attack up as a trick to force the lovers apart. Wild at Heart opens on Sailor (Nicolas Cage) savagely beating a black man to death for threatening his girl Lula (Laura Dern). It doesn’t quite hang together as a whole, but Lynch, his great cinematographer Frederick Elmes and his ballsy stars were so good at working fast and loose that the film they made is spectacularly unique anyway. According to accounts from the time, he had to rush to get the film written, shot and edited before he had to be back to work on his previous commitment, “Twin Peaks.” Where Blue Velvet was something he’d had in development for a decade, and could tweak and refine and thematically enhance as he went, Wild at Heart is a fiery jumble of allusions, characterizations and visual flourishes that Lynch came up with in a creative spurt. The film remains an outlier, even in a career notorious for bizarre work, most likely because Lynch made it so quickly. But Blue Velvet had a good deal less gore, even more sex and just as hard of a time finding a narrative rhythm, so none of those solidly Lynchian traits are necessarily at fault for Wild at Heart. It’s graphically violent, its sex is generally stomach-turning and Lynch consciously deflates any narrative drive (i.e., he stops the story dead in its tracks to focus on some weirdo character) whenever and however he sees fit. Why is that? Like many of Lynch’s movies, Wild at Heart is difficult to watch in a number of ways. But, European-award winner though it may be, Wild at Heart seems today to enjoy the least goodwill of any of Lynch’s golden age works. From Blue Velvet to Wild at Heart to “Twin Peaks,” Lynch enjoyed about a seven-year stint as one of the preeminent auteurs in American film. He did it in mere months, and the result captured him the Palme d’Or, one of the world’s highest film prizes, at the 1990 Cannes Film Festival.įew directors ever get such a streak of highly-praised successes. ![]() Reportedly, Lynch loved his own adaptation so much that he decided to make the movie himself. A producer buddy who wanted to turn Barry Gifford’s novel Wild at Heart: The Story of Sailor and Lula into a film asked Lynch to do the screenplay. He had just written and directed the pilot episode of what was to become perhaps his signature work, the soon-to-be hit TV series “Twin Peaks,” and so, having worked in the big leagues of the film world for 10 years, being hailed as a genius and suffering enough ups and downs to fill a lesser director’s entire career, Lynch was looking for something new. ![]() By 1989, David Lynch had already come back from the artistic and commercial flop that was Dune (1984) with Blue Velvet (1986), his highly-regarded nightmare vision of small town America.
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