Show Notes
Just a quick update about why the show’s been on hiatus, with some bangin’ jams at the end. Thanks to our listeners for their patience and support while Max finds his footing, and thanks to our Patrons for the new iMac, without which there could be no Jamz this Sweaty. (Apparently the youthz have some new slang. Let’s go.) [email protected]
More from Measuring Flicks
In which we wrap up our discussion of one of the best movies you’ve probably never seen, including what has to be the most perfect ending ever filmed.
David Lynch’s Disney-Produced Road Movie Masterpiece. The one you’ve probably never heard of. The one that’s going to crack open your heart like an egg. The one that’ll make you cry so hard you’ll have to change your shirt before going to your buddy’s house to talk about it.
It really is The Wizard of Oz: escape from the perceived smallness of circumstance out into the technicolor wonder of youth. Sailor is Lula’s Oz, and she his. Oz is an energy, a belief in beauty. But life is a process of gradually seeing the world is only flats, and behind them, strung-out stagehands are trading drugs for blowjobs and and angling for overtime to make rent and dreaming of a dreamless night in the arms of a cold sixer. There are no flying monkeys: there are only hyenas. There is no Tin Man—only heartless men with axes, and shambling Scarecrows driven mad by the world, and vicious cowards, and when you see all that, the poppy field starts to look pretty good, and the Emerald City starts to feel a long way away…
Connor returns to the podcast to talk about David Lynch’s high-kickin’, karate-dancin’, head-exploding rockabilly road movie Dern-and-Cage fever dream: WILD AT HEART.