The films of David Lynch are strange creatures, not unlike the strange creatures that often appear within them, but to focus only on the most ungainly of their appendages is to willfully ignore their equally beautiful qualities.
On doubles, haunted spaces, memory, and grief in Twin Peaks, Possession, and Vertigo
Lynch is interested not only in story, but in the material aspects of film and their effect on the viewer; in sound, space, and time, and in what happens when these aspects of the cinematic experience assert their materiality rather than subsuming themselves to realism.
The Straight Story represents the Lynchian world redeemed, a pocket of America that battled dread and violence and won, earning its just reward.
Like the absurdists, David Lynch brings us to the void to remind us it’s there—and to invite us to laugh into it.
Had the lives of George Lucas and David Lynch gone differently, we would be awash in a stranger, more inexplicable type of American movie.
As a season, Twin Peaks: The Return contains itself; it answers its own questions and then undoes its entirety.
The true sense of watching a David Lynch film is a triangulation between Lynch, the work, and you, beams of light passing between the three corners, illuminating something that wasn’t there before and that no one else can see.
David Lynch uses diegetic music in unsettling, absurd ways, amplifying horror by usurping it.
Blue Velvet's darkness and degeneracy and Oedipal weirdness serve a bigger and more beautiful story; a story about love, coming of age, redemption, hope.
So prominent is the problem of whether and how to explain Mulholland Drive, that nearly any attempt to interpret the film ends up using the film to debate interpretation.