David Lynch is a filmmaker who has haunted my mind since the first moment I saw one of his films.
We still await the definitive DVD release of Lost Highway, a film crying out for rediscovery.
Stop sawing logs, this is the definitive Twin Peaks DVD box set.
Watch the fuck out Rachael Ray, here comes Iron Chef David Lynch!
Some may complain that his work is too esoteric, but it’s unsettling, because it it’s more familiar than we’d like to admit.
CBS DVD in association with Paramount presents the second season of Twin Peaks in near-pristine 1.33:1 hi-definition transfers.
David Lynch’s voice has a diminutive, nasal inflection. You can hear the Pacific Northwest’s gentility and echoes of a woodland youth.
Where to begin? At the end, perhaps, with the word sweet, Inland Empire’s answer to Mulholland Drive’s silencio.
Sans commentary from Mr. Lynch, this is perhaps the closest thing to a definitive Blue Velvet DVD one can expect. Perverts can now rejoice.
Even when the robins do return to Lumberton, Lynch still forces his characters to acknowledge the grotesque backside of their idyllic worldviews.