By way of progressing my survey of David Lynch’s masterpiece television series, I would like to direct your attention to a film which I will likely not review in the normal sense.
That film is The Greatest Movie Ever Sold.
There’s some rubbish about POM Wonderful which officially fills out the title.
I wouldn’t be a Jewish mother if I didn’t worry about such stuff.
David Lynch was right to introduce Michael J. Anderson 11 years before MJA’s portrayal of Larry Silverstein premiered at Cannes.
The whole thing came to me in a dream.
The collapse of the stritch and manzello.
In a dream I saw the bright shining genius of Morgan Spurlock.
The birth of Chomsky and Nader.
Putting a word to beauty: Mädchen Amick.
Miss or missy. Little maid.
In dreams wiped clean like São Paulo.
Martin Lindstrom is following closely the amygdala.
60 feet and 6 inches from a damn good cup of coffee.
Mark Crispin Miller rightly brings up “the spectacle” (I SEE you…).
Miguel Ferrer is a perfect Rosenfield.
No one uses Mane ‘n Tail on queer street.
It’s hard to pin down further.
Brilliance and brilliances.
Courage to be clever.
A place to fit within the business world.
The disruptive innovation of two auteurs.
Spurlock and Lynch.
Fact and fiction or faction.
Slice of life and life of slices.
Sad for what we’ve lost. And hopeful for what we’ll gain.
Hard work. Optimism. Artistic integrity.
Marketing is no less surreal than a Shetland pony speaking through backmasking (and subtitles).
A kiss from Sheryl Lee.
Perhaps there is no other way to convey the savant fullness of Kyle MacLachlan than through such an oblique strategy.
Another excellent comment well done, I never saw much of Twin Peaks but I rated highly his Dune great Film David Lynch was not one of those run of the mill Directors he did different things which made him stand out. Laurence
Yes, I agree! I think Lynch might be the best American director of recent memory. Thank you!! –Paul