My buddy, Zig, called me up early last week and asked me if I knew that David Lynch was doing a speaking and book signing the coming Saturday (yesterday). Not being a big fan of Lynch’s, I told him no.
He asked me if I was a fan of Lynch’s. I told him no. It’s not that I don’t like the guy’s movies, I just haven’t seen enough to formulate an opinion. I do know, though, that he has a rabid following of fanboys. I hate fanboys (part one, part two), so first instinct would tell me I would not like Lynch (The Elephant Man excluded). There is no way to explain that previous sentence, but I’m a 100% sure there are some people out there that would know exactly what it means.
That said, I’m certainly not adverse to watching more of Lynch’s films. Films like Blue Velvet, Wild at Heart, Lost Highway and Mulholland Dr. definitely look interesting, and I am not the type of person to say something sucks before I watch it.
Anyway, I had a great time at the speaking. He read the first paragraph of the introduction of his book, then he took questions. While he seemed like a helluva nice guy, he is definitely on a different plane of reality than the rest of this. It’s either that, or he’s pulling a fast one on the fanboys that insist that his films make perfect sense, and if you disagree, you just “don’t get it.” I, personally, think it’s the latter because that’s what I would do. If I had the training and the coin, I would make all sorts of fucked up films (or films with fucked up nonsensical scenes), develop a following and, right before I die, I would have a press conference and say, “Gotcha. That scene that you thought was so deep and moving really never meant anything. HA!”
But I have to respect the man for at least getting conversation started about his films.
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