Lost Highway (1997)

I had not intended to watch another David Lynch film so soon after Mulholland Drive, but sometimes what happens when you rely on the whims of the library hold system. Saxophonist Bill Pullman and his wife Patricia Arquette begin receiving VHS tapes showing surveillance of their house. While on death row for the brutal murder of his wife, Pullman somehow transforms into Balthazar Getty and is released from jail. With its Los Angeles location, changing personalities, and gangster characters, it feels somewhat like a mix of Lynch’s Blue Velvet and Mulholland Drive and I admittedly understood it even less than that latter film. I have dug its soundtrack for many years.