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CINEMA: Director David Lynch is the king of Cannes...
...Cannes for the world premiere of his new movie, David Lynch decided to leave his shoelace untied. "For good luck," he explained obliquely. As if the man from Twin Peaks needed luck last week. His all-time-odd TV series lured millions of addicted viewers to its season finale. ABC announced that the show would return in the fall. And to complete the hat trick, Lynch copped the Cannes Film Festival's Palme d'Or for Wild at Heart, the writer-director's latest affront to the cinematic status quo. Flanked by his radiant companion Isabella Rossellini, awash...
...Lynch's true dream upstaged the real-life dramas from Eastern Europe that the festival had shown as a tribute to glasnost. The jury, headed by director Bernardo Bertolucci, did bestow subsidiary awards to films whose politics complemented their aesthetics. Taxi Blues, a Soviet-French coproduction about the convulsive friendship of a Moscow cabdriver and a Jewish jazz saxophonist, won the director's prize for Pavel Lounguine. Krystyna Janda was named best actress for her role as a woman undergoing state torture in Ryszard Bugajski's The Interrogation, a harrowing babes-in-bondage film that the Poles had suppressed since...
...director, rushed from the lab to Cannes. The place was tense with anticipation. Early in the festival, Lyncholepts had lined up to see new episodes of Twin Peaks screened at the American pavilion. A few U.S. critics proudly brandished their foreign videocassettes of the show's pilot, for which Lynch shot a tell-whodunit climax not aired in the States. Europeans pummeled Americans for details of the series, which will begin airing overseas in the fall. Wild at Heart may have had less at stake than the East European films, but by the time it played, toward...
...Lynch delivered. Wild at Heart is splendidly grotesque and mammothly entertaining -- the director's first for-sure comedy, Blue Velvet for laughs. The plot, from Barry Gifford's noirish novel, is your standard slice of poisoned American pie: a pair of loser-friendly lovers, Sailor Ripley (Nicolas Cage) and Lula Pace Fortune (Laura Dern), hit the road to escape Lula's mom and a phalanx of psychos who vividly illustrate Lula's contention that the "whole world's wild at heart and weird on top." But the picture is charged with so much deranged energy, so many bravura images, that...