Granted, Lynch has such a flair for the outsized and grotesque that plenty of images from the film came flooding back to me as I popped in Kino Lorber's DVD reissue and gave it a spin. It didn't have the same uncanny everyday horror of Lynch's earlier film Blue Velvet or the enigmatic touches of his later Mulholland Drive that might have caused it to take up space in my brain after I was done watching. Even once I saw the film in its proper widescreen aspect ratio with a cleared-up picture, it never quite clicked for me. It also probably didn't help that for years, the only version of the movie that I could get my hands on was the cropped VHS release put out by Media Home Entertainment that played in muddy-looking "EP" mode, like a two-dollar public domain title. I'm sure it didn't help that the first opinion of the movie that I ever heard was from the notoriously Lynch-averse Roger Ebert, whose review spends more time wringing its hands over the film's depiction of violence than exploring any other aspect.
My personal attitude toward David Lynch's 1990 couple-on-the-run cult classic Wild at Heart has been pretty ambivalent over the years.
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