I don't have words now to express how sad I am that David Lynch died today, 16 January 2025. Three decades ago, I re-watched Blue Velvet with a roommate who had never seen it. After it ended, she said, "Now I know why when we saw that paper bag by the sidewalk last week, you told me, 'Don't look inside it. And don't touch it.'" With unforgettable imagery, direction, actors, music, and scripts, Lynch found grandeur, mystery and horror in the mundane. I learned how to cook quinoa from watching an extra on the Inland Empire DVD.
Several classic lines pop up in my head:
- If you have a golf-ball-sized consciousness ...
- You'll never have me.
- I am not an animal! I am a human being!
- You're here to make Mr. Reindeer happy.
- Where's my hairbrush? Go get my lipstick.
- Damn, this sounds like dialogue from our script!
- I just came here from Deep River, Ontario.
- The worst part of being old is rememberin' when you was young.
- A beginning is a very delicate time.
- I just know, that's all.
Lynch had a great influence on my literary work and I'll write more about this shortly on my writer's blog, The Dragonfly.
If I could pick one scene which transformed a fragment of everyday reality into mythic horror, it would be "Gotta light?" from the second Twin Peaks series.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment