A Confused Tribute to David Lynch in The Big Bang
The Big Bang ties a rattling apocalypse subplot to the tailpipe of a detective noir, a trick that answers what in retrospect seems like an incredibly urgent question: Can Antonio Banderas out-drive the end of the world? Alas, its a long, mildly diverting trip to that moment. On the way, Los Angeles private dick Ned Cruz (Banderas) goes looking for a dish named Lexie, the penpal girlfriend of Anton (Robert Maillet), an overgrown boxer just out of prison. Having toured an L.A. underworld credibly populated by James Van Der Beek and Snoop Dogg, Cruz heads for New Mexico, where Lexie has supposedly buried Antons mobbed-up diamonds. What Cruz finds in the desert is an entirely different movie, one involving a layover with a physics-nerd waitress, Johnny Marrs silky score, and Sam Elliott masterminding a re-creation of the Big Bang in order to extract the so-called God particle. Director Tony Krantz produced Mullholland Dr., and though the setup is pure Raymond Chandler (Farewell, My Lovely, specifically), the films bleary, neon glamour and penchant for the bizarre suggests an attemptedand waywardhomage to David Lynch.
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