In Heaven, everything is fine… until you find out it’s run by David Lynch. You’d probably wish you would’ve went to hell instead.
The master of True Art is Incomprehensible, Lynch made his success on films that defy reason, are sheer brilliance, deconstruct the idealistic social norms of American life FREAK YOU THE FUCK OUT and quickly dump you in a state of BSOD state for hours, maybe days.
I actually contemplated buying Eraserhead in Borders (of all of his movies, Why in the world…) today. However when I looked at the back of the DVD package, an familiar image on the back cover promptly overrode any reason of purchasing said film.
Granted, Lynch has done more mainstream fare (Blue Velvet, Muholland Drive, Twin Peaks, a Disney Film and of course, heh… Dune) with varying degrees of his subversive and off Kilter style of storytelling. However, it’s his trademark films like The Elephant Man*, his recent feature, Inland Empire and of course, his breakout hit that have defined this man as a Nightmare Fuel Station Attendant.
*The Elephant Man was played like a straight up drama, YET the subject matter and presentation can well…
STILL FREAK YOU THE FUCK OUT.