Beautiful, interesting, incredible cinema.
Through the intermediary of critic John Powers, Lynch creates an elaborate façade around himself and his films: sudden changes, missed clues, a deadpan that seems to be concealing something. Inexorably, the line between the director and his work starts to disappear.
Through the intermediary of critic John Powers, Lynch creates an elaborate façade around himself and his films: sudden changes, missed clues, a deadpan that seems to be concealing something. Inexorably, the line between the director and his work starts to disappear.