Even for Lynch, this is one hell of a gloomy depiction of dance and, how I see it, someone unfathomable pain and loss. This is so submerged in a darkness that I suspect just off of stage right there's that one desulatory nether-region room from Fire Walk with Me.
You feel like this spirit is out there somewhere that you can't make out and the longer the film goes on, the more this figure becomes out of focus and totally out of reach. An experiment in movement, the eerie continuous rhythm of synthetic music, and a mystery that maybe is so lonely that it will connect with someone ready to receive it.
I don't think I love this as much as some of the more absurdity-packed Lynch shorts, but there's intrigue to be found in such a dense fog and she is a talented dancer.
