Today, it looks like a flawed masterpiece, exhausting and exhilarating. It’s a singular portrayal of “garmonbozia” (pain and sorrow), the cream corn of evil—with all the Lynchian disjunctures that sentence implies. It’s abrasive at every level, from Lynch’s screaming, whooping sound design to the punishing immersion into Laura’s hell. But its extremism is the source of its hypnotic power, and Lynch’s corybantic surrealism fits the theme.
May 19, 2017