The Straight Story (1999) opens with one of the most incongruous sentences in the history of cinema: “Walt Disney Pictures presents a film by David Lynch”. Lynch, best known for dark and surrealist works like Eraserhead and Twin Peaks, ended the last century with a tender, biographical picture aimed at as wide an audience as possible.

The film concerns Alvin Straight, a man who embarked on a journey from Iowa to Wisconsin on a lawnmower in 1994 in order to visit his ailing brother. At 73, Alvin’s poor eyesight prohibited him from being granted a driving licence so the riding lawnmower, with a top speed of five miles per hour, seemed like the only option. It seems only fitting that Lynch’s most unambiguous, sentimental film should concern a man named Straight and the title is entirely apposite.

Richard Farnsworth, in the lead, is magnificent and deservedly became the oldest Academy nominee for Best Actor at 79. He took the role out of admiration for Alvin despite being terminally ill with bone cancer during the shoot. The paralysis of his legs, depicted in the film, required no acting on Farnsworth’s part and his colleagues were continually staggered by his hard work throughout. The film is dedicated to the memory of Alvin, who passed away in 1996, but, as a poignant coda, the actor took his own life just a year after the film’s release.

At a time when it is difficult to feel much affection for small-town America or its inhabitants, it is worth seeking out Lynch’s celebratory ode to the rural Midwest. Alvin is on a quest to reconnect with his brother after a decade of estrangement but the characters he encounters en route have their own problems, hopes and dreams and he patiently listens to their troubles and throws out the occasional pearl of wisdom. If About Schmidt, another road movie about a man of a certain age, was about misanthropy, The Straight Story is a celebration of the human spirit.