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Of course, that infamous "Now it's dark... Lets's fuck! I'll fuck anything that moves!! Hahahaha!" bit at the end is the antithesis of funny. It's chilling to the bone. By this point we've heard "fuck" about a thousand times in ten minutes, and its often seemed absurdly funny, but this shift in tone, characteristic of Lynch, is truly unnerving. And then Frank disappears like a phantom (why? Doesn't matter) leaving the viewer with this sense of otherworldly dread, as though there's a chance they're watching not a sadistic gangster, but Satan himself. *shiver*
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