Jordan Smith’s review published on Letterboxd:
Pauline Kael said "watching [GoodFellas] is like getting strung out on pure sensation." But where Scorsese's stock in trade is a communal euphoria, David Lynch offers a lonely, tortured ecstasy. This is often hysterically frightening, an intensely upsetting fever dream that doesn't exploit Laura's agony so much as lay it bare. Lynch lucked out when he discovered Sheryl Lee. She manages a devastating, vacant stare that renders her a cipher, while still viscerally conveying Laura's numbness and pain.