I was going to do a grab-bag for Friday as is traditional but the sad news of David Lynch's passing dictates otherwise. Reports suggest the LA wildfires were indirectly responsible for his death at the age of 78. He suffered from emphysema as a result of a lifetime of smoking and could no longer walk without the aid of additional oxygen, and the strain of having to leave his home under threat of the spreading conflagration was apparently just too much.
I make no claim to be any kind of Lynch completeist. I still haven't seen
Eraserhead although I've seen a lot of clips from it and once I came home and
switched the TV on and it was playing. I should probably watch it sometime. I
also have never seen Dune or The Elephant Man, although once
again it's been impossible to avoid the odd scene from both, here and there. Lynch's work pervades our lives, wish it or not.
Plenty of people had tried to sell me on the supposed attractions of all of
the above over the years, especially Eraserhead, the film that first made Lynch notorious, if not
famous, but I resisted. I was for a long time (And still somewhat remain.) opposed to the concept of horror as entertainment. Maybe Eraserhead is a horror movie. Maybe it's not. Either way, back then I didn't
like to be horrified, terrified, scared or shocked if I could manage to avoid
it and I could, so I did.
Even The Elephant Man could be seen as a kind of body-horror, I suppose. For whatever reason, I avoided that, too. Probably it was just too popular and I was too much the hipster then. As for Dune, it would take more than Lynch or Denis Villeneuve to get me to sit through an adaptation of what I consider one of the dullest, most tedious science fiction novels I've ever read. Fool me once...
My first exposure to the master's work came with his fourth feature,
Blue Velvet, which I saw at the cinema on release in 1986. I went to
see it at one of the two riverside art cinemas, The Watershed or
The Arnolfini, in Bristol, where I was living at the time. I forget which. I went to both a lot.
As I remember, it wasn't my choice of movie. I went with my then-girlfriend, who introduced me to a number of directors I was unfamiliar with, chief among them Lynch and Roman Polanski, who she really liked. Considering she had no issues watching Knife in the Water and Repulsion, which we saw as a double bill, it seems strange now that she walked out of Blue Velvet about five minutes in, at the moment when Kyle Maclachlan discovers a human ear, crawling with ants, lying in the grass.
She left but I stayed to watch the whole film. The relationship survived but didn't endure. My connection with Lynch's work lasted much longer. In some ways, it never stopped.
In other ways, though, it kind of did. It's odd. I was about to write that I
haven't seen any of Lynch's recent movies but when I go to check I find there
really haven't been any. His filmography is very sparse for a director of his
age and reputation. The last film of his that I went to the cinema to see when
it came out was Lost Highway in 1997, five years after I'd been to see Fire Walk With Me. I saw both at The Watershed, even though by the time Lost Highway arrived I was no longer living in the same city. Despite his commercial success, there were still only so many places you could go if you wanted to see a David Lynch movie.
After that came just three more features:
The Straight Story, Mullholland Drive and Inland Empire, the
last arriving in 2006. I have Mullholland Drive on DVD but haven't
watched it. The other two I've done nothing about although I've always wanted
to see The Straight Story, an outlier in Lynch's canon. Sometimes described as Lynch's Disney movie, entirely accurately since it was released by Disney in the US, it's based on the true tale
of a man who rode all the way from Laurens, Iowa to Mt. Zion in Wisconsin - on
a lawnmower.
Inland Empire, which I remember receiving excellent reviews, was his last full-length movie. He made just ten in a career lasting more than forty years. And anyone who can count will realize I've only mentioned nine of them. Missing from the list is my favorite, the magnificent, ever-underrated Wild At Heart. If you want a movie that's horrifying, terrifying, scary and shocking, here it is. I love it. Obviously my horror-avoidance policy only extends so far.
David Lynch may have stopped making movies almost twenty years ago but he never stopped making something. I have never seen a Lynch short but according to Wikipedia he's made close on fifty of them, the first in 1967, the last in 2020. He's also directed or written web series, commercials and music videos. Lots of them. And he had a whole side hustle going for many years as a musician, releasing three critically acclaimed albums and a host of singles from the late nineties through the twenty-teens.
For all of that ceaseless enterprise, it's likely Lynch will be longest and best remembered for one thing above all others: Twin Peaks. Frequently cited as the best TV show ever made, even more often as the weirdest, Twin Peaks ran for just two seasons in 1990 and 1991 before making a return for a third and final run more than a decade and a half later in 2017.
Of those three seasons, the first and the third enjoy stellar reputations. The
second was seen as something of a let-down at the time, although it regained
much of its lost critical ground in later years. Lynch didn't actually direct
all that many episodes of the original two seasons, just two in the first
eight-episode run and four of the second season's twenty-two. He took complete
control over the final season, directing every episode, another twenty-two-parter,
making fifty-two in all.
As a work of art Twin Peaks could be considered inconsistent, even self-indulgent. As a cultural force the show had the impact of a boulder falling into a still, mountain pool. It made a gigantic splash and the ripples are still spreading even now. It was and it remains a phenomenon.
It is very necessary at this point to mention the involvement of Mark Frost, the writer with whom Lynch created the show and who wrote and/or directed many of its episodes. I actually started watching Twin Peaks as much because of Frost's involvement as Lynch's. Frost was extensively involved with what had been my personal high-water mark of American television prior to Twin Peaks, Hill Street Blues.
I'll leave Mark Frost for a tribute of his own, some day hopefully far away. In
any case, Twin Peaks is inexorably linked to David Lynch and always will be.
It showed on BBC2 in the UK in 1990, the same year Wild At Heart appeared in
the cinema and the mere involvement of a major Hollywood director in a TV series made headlines. The world was changing and Lynch was doing his part to make it happen faster.
There's no need to recap the plot of Twin Peaks, as if anyone ever could. Everyone who cares knows and countless millions who care not at all have unknowingly benefited from the sea-change the show brought to the entire medium. There are a surprising number of shows about which it could reasonably be said nothing was the same after but on any such list, Twin Peaks would be right at the top.
It scared the crap out of me, honestly. I was living on my own in a studio flat at the time and I didn't even like to watch it alone. I remember having at least one nightmare about Killer Bob. Twin Peaks isn't horror per se but it is horrifying. Also surreal, elliptical and often incomprehensible. All marks in its favor.
I watched every episode as it was broadcast and I also taped them all on VHS cassettes, which I still have. The recordings came in very handy when I bought a tiny sampler that connected to my Amiga 500 and with which I put together a three minute "song" entirely composed of samples from the show. If I had it in a format I could access I'd play it for you now. Luckily for us all, I don't.
At the time I held the peculiar and scarcely supportable opinion that the second season of Twin Peaks was better than the first. I haven't seen it for more than thirty years but I'm pretty confident now I was talking nonsense. It's hard to be sure because despite my love and reverence for the show, I only ever watched it that first time, as it was broadcast. I never watched the tapes I'd made and even though I own all three seasons on DVD, they're still in the shrink-wraps.
In fact, somewhat shamefully, I have never watched Season Three. I want to but I also want to watch the first two seasons again first and so far I haven't found the right time. Or just the time...
Maybe now I will. A reissue of the limited edition box set "Twin Peaks Z-A", containing all three seasons, the movie and wealth of ancillary material, was announced, entirely co-incidentally, on the day of his death. Maybe I'll get that and actually watch it this time.
It's an insidious truism that it takes a death to make us remember, sometimes. If nothing else, it reminds us we don't have all the time in the world to get around to doing the things we mean to do. David Lynch made the very most of the time he had. Maybe we should take that as his legacy and follow his example.
Just without all those cigarettes.
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