At the time, there was an amazing amount of gossip about what the hell was going on with this film -- the rumors were flying fast and furious that the set was a nightmare, the budget was hemorrhaging money, the time schedule was shot to hell, and that Lynch was fighting with the studios.  There were also stories about Lynch becoming obsessive over the most minor of set details, compulsively adding scenes, and that no one really understood what he thought he was doing.  The actors were even being questioned by reporters before the film was done and they were resorting to meaningless phrases like "Lynch has his own way of doing things" or "he's a visionary and I just do my job."

If one is familiar with LA set-leak gossip, this particular fact set screamed one thing -- drug problems.  Not that I'm making any accusations or anything, but if it walks like a massive coke binge, etc....

I went to see this damned film opening night and it was one of the biggest disappointments in movie-going history, imo.  I still do have the souvenir print-out thing they gave out, though.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes

More would have been worse, if it was created by the same mind. Adding less-awful scenes would still increase the aggregate awfulness.

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