How to describe this truly spellbinding picture without reeling off every platitude there is?
It’s a movie that is entirely relatable and in the ‘real world’, yet is so divorced from conventional narrative it may as well be non-cinema.
It’s a new kind of artform.
Is that cliché enough?
David Lynch – master of the surreal, pioneer of pastiche, maestro of the grotesque, visionary purveyor of all things weird, mood magic man, subterranean cinematic dreamcatcher. His movies were events, labyrinth journeys into the unconscious.
Thanks for the memories. And there are a lot.
He was a bit unheralded, and he’s done more than Lynch collaborations, but this is the masterwork, a nightmarish descent into darkness. 1:40 in:
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 