I won’t pretend to understand David Lynch’s work as a whole. You certainly have to accept the dream-logic that permeates his movies and the ambiguity of his plots tend to leave a lot desired at times, so I can understand how his work isn’t for everyone. What has always struck me about Lynch’s movies, even when I was at a loss to what was going on, was how scary his work can be. I honestly believe that if Lynch were ever to make a full-on horror movie, most working horror filmmakers would just give up. Take for instance, Fire Walk With Me, when Bob enters Laura Palmer’s bedroom from her window, a scene so simple in execution that the uneasiness I feel when watching it is embarrassing.
Or Robert Blake’s scene in Lost Highway:
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