Lost Lake Movie Review
The story has Playboy Playmate (from 1996, mind you) Angel Boris as Kat -- an adventurer/poetess (ahem!) who can no longer stand her waitress job so she takes a job (I'm still not sure doing what) in a "remote adventure lodge" that caters to extreme skiers and people who like to have sex in the sauna.
Despite repeated warnings not to disturb the thick snow sheet, idiot adventurers eventually set off an avalanche which buries the whole lodge with everyone inside. Here it gets a little muddy -- Kat is haunted by "mysterious visions" and soon finds herself in a "secret world" where "her mysterious past emerges and her new life awakens." Exactly what this new life (or old life) comprises is unclear, but it involves curled hair and a different dress.
Since there's no way in hell I was going to sit through the commentary track, the only thing I can figure is that director/co-writer Anthony Adams wanted to make a skiing movie and producer/co-writer/wife Christina Adams wanted to make a supernatural romance. They put their heads together to come up with Lost Lake. (Previously they together wrote a Harry Hamlin TV movie in 1997.)
I'd love to analyze Lost Lake further, but aside from commenting on Boris's absurd hairdo, the appearance of a guy that looks just like Robert Mitchum, and one masterfully perfect scene in which Daisy McCrackin gets her privates stuck to a frozen hunk of metal and some guy has to pee on her to set her free (not kidding), there's not only nothing worth commenting on, there's nothing I'm able to comment on.
Lost Lake is a singularly unique experience, rivaling Lynch for obtuseness. Late night tokers with the munchies are gonna love it.
Aka Peak Experience.