It was booed at Cannes and received lukewarm reviews but there remains something compelling about its lurid extremitiesThere’s a defining moment in David Lynch’s Wild at Heart where Lula (Laura Dern), a liberated southern belle, takes the wheel of a 1965 Ford Thunderbird convertible while Sailor (Nicolas Cage), her parole-skipping boyfriend, nods off in the back seat.
On some dusty stretch of highway outside San Antonio, Texas, she starts flipping through the Am dial for something to listen to, but every station is surreal or gruesome or both: “… severed …”, “… recent divorce, shot and killed her three children …”, “…shot right between …”, “… a heinous …”, “… had sex with the corpse …” and one final grisly item about the crocodiles brought in to devour the floating corpses of 500 turtles released into the Ganges to help reduce human pollution.Related: Xanadu at 40: a mesmerisingly messy musical failure
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