A young woman prepares for the biggest role of her career. She is lonely and scared, but what does it matter? She has the power of suggestion to guide her through. Someone comes to visit: her words are ominous, and she seems to change the trajectory of the known universe with just one look. The numbers four and seven are haunted, something unspeakable moves behind the scenes, and the entire film seems doomed from the start. Somewhere new, a hypnotist wreaks havoc. Our protagonist doesn’t know it yet, but she will. Story and reality blend into one. Cameras and TVs move in and out of shot, Lynch constantly reminding us that we are the audience. Until he stops. The lines blur and she crosses a threshold; we go with her. Nobody is holding our hands anymore. All hell breaks loose, in and out of seedy alleyways and loveless living rooms. A young woman is in trouble. Who will help her? Not her predestined no good husband, or the strange friends who dance in and out of shot. And certainly not