Lost Highway appears to have a plot, but if you're bourgeois enough to be fooled into following what plot it appears to have, you deserve to be bored and frustrated. That's because Lost Highway is a film by David Lynch about how brilliant David Lynch is and nothing else.
As long as you accept that David Lynch has no intention of entertaining you, has no obligation to repay the time you spend engaging with his work, and in fact considers an audience completely superfluous, you'll appreciate Lost Highway in the manner intended.
Like the saxophone player at the beginning blowing random notes as hard as he can with no regard to whether anything coming out is harmonious, expressive or even listenable, your writer/director has only to put his boring, self-indulgent, onanistic stream of consciousness on the screen. You don't matter, he doesn't care. Job done.
As long as you accept that David Lynch has no intention of entertaining you, has no obligation to repay the time you spend engaging with his work, and in fact considers an audience completely superfluous, you'll appreciate Lost Highway in the manner intended.
Like the saxophone player at the beginning blowing random notes as hard as he can with no regard to whether anything coming out is harmonious, expressive or even listenable, your writer/director has only to put his boring, self-indulgent, onanistic stream of consciousness on the screen. You don't matter, he doesn't care. Job done.