David Lynch talking openly about his life leading up to Eraserhead. Like his films his life seems to be a mixture of the ordinary and the odd. Loving parents, childhood in suburbia, playing war with friends and painting, yet told by Lynch himself they receive a mythical dimension. As valuable as the stories are the moments when we see Lynch doing his paintings, or just smoking and looking somewhere we can’t see.
Wonderful insight into the development of a brilliant mind. One of the most engaging and interesting documentaries I have seen. I could definitely watch Lynch painting and smoking whilst listening to his hypnotising voice relate stories of his early years for longer than an hour and a half. And I absolutely can relate to his early aspirations of living a life of coffee and art! Goals.
A lovely personal portrait that gave us a very good idea of the everyday-lynch behind the art and films. It's that same mundanity that gets a little tiresome and one can't help but wonder what may have been, had the directors had pushed a little harder. 2.5 stars
Rosenbaum said Chaplin was at the heart of the Venn diagram of mainstream and avant garde, but today I feel that applies to Lynch. Like all of us, I like watching Lynch smoke, paint and talk. But this film never bottles the magic of his inspiration, subconscious workings, in the way his Catching the Big Fish does. The tale of the bloodied woman shows crystallised the horror, art + machinations this film should be.
David Lynch is obviously some kind of alchemical accident of a place and a time. And this film naturally looks at the early years. How does a thing like Lynch happen? It is something worth ruminating upon. It is precisely because his obvious walking-about-earth-incarnated-as-a-human-man idiosyncrasy has proven over the distances to not be an affectation, that we bow (like this movie) in bemused deference.