A tyical American style road film. A young but warm hearted prostitute, a cold man experiencing midlife crisis, short happy memory in a bar with whiskey and cigarettes and finally, a heart broken memory. Anyway, the very sentence that moves me: the state will pay...
There is so much pain and suffering in Lynch's world yet also so much love and compassion. But as a brave man once said, his biggest fear is the possibility that love is not enough. / the fuck am i supposed to do next sunday? and every sunday after that?