"It's a strange world isn't it?"

I watched it a week ago and have been musing on it since. Every now and again (meaning all the time incessantly) relating it to belonging.

Lynch mixes the repulsively bizarre with the cozily familiar to keep you keenly aware of that knot in your gut as you witness the haunting and spectacularly sinister activities which take place behind closed doors in the picture perfect American every-town of Lumberton.

My favourite scene if when Frank and his goons are beating up Jeffery, while a hooker dances on top of the car to Roy Orbision's "In dreams" and it between the meaty blows and the music you can hear Dorothy weeping.