One night in January 2002, during the first theatrical tour of David Lynch “Mulholland DriveI and I, a friend, students of the University of Southern California, went towards Hollywood hills to search for the same way. Mulholland Drive runs twenty miles from finish to finish, and we did not lead almost all way. We entered the highway 101, north of the Hollywood bowl directly, we went slowly west, and they relied heavily on the headlights to find our way through the dark. From time to time, we withdrew to search for a good view, but only mainly to sit there in the dark, soak silence, and we talk more about the most amazing movie that we saw in the ages – beautiful and confusing excitement about a car accident, Ashkar Shambania actress, loss of dark memory, and director Solky, Espersus Ghazer, face sponsors, a hobby behind garbage, Roy Orbison, Rita Hureeth, “Personality”, “Vertigo”, “and more by side.
For weeks, Lynch’s movie was chasing me like anything else. It was dark, funny, exciting and enjoyable – a dream that followed me from the theater and to my awakening, and a picture, then I regained an exciting way, my understanding of what the films could do. For the nineteen years old, his idea was formed on Non -Sancar Stories Quentin TarantinoIt was amazing to see a film director mastered in irrational poetry. I was at least prepared for everyone on the extent of the “Mulholland Drive” that will leave me: How can a movie be very strange, with many layers of Deadpan and Film-Nir Pastiche, also from giving and moving beyond the words?
I could not answer this question, that is, more than I could get out of what was in the small blue box in the middle of the story. But for a few months, “Mulholland Drive” has become an obsession, Dream of My Dreams, and even an early advertisement of critical identity. She urged friends to watch the movie and show it to many of them with enthusiasm. “I told Ev’ry Little Star”, “Linda Scott Golden Oldie of 1961 and which appears in the movie, ended with callers in my response device. At the University of Southern California, where it seems that every cinematic student had him “Shawshank Recovery” poster on the bedroom wall, where he was leading an Italian sheet of “Mulholland Drive”. The twenty -first young man.
Thus, the spirit of my home (WhatsApp) and Rita (Laura Elena Harring) may go, my friend and my friend began on the night pilgrim journey. Perhaps the visit during the day was more logical, but it makes sense if I felt contrary to the spirit of “Mulholland Drive”, and I had no interest in destroying its talisman. I just wanted to stay in its atmosphere for a longer period, to flip over the bright Peter Diming and Angelo Badadamti handle with the result. I wondered what we might see: A black limousin car, heading towards a road on the side of the road? A woman reeling in a decline in a state of amazement, and wiping the sparkling magic magic in the Hollywood slope to the distance? We haven’t seen anything like that, of course; It seemed that the real Mulholland Drive is hesitant to deliver its secrets as it was lynch. All I remember, through high car beams light, was a shopping cart at the grocery store on the side of the road. I decided – with a little overcoming, from him – that this was wonderfully strange: it became unnatural, by the appearance of the place where he did not belong, unbearable.
In the following years, I ventured to search for more hot points. It was further in Paris, where some friends tried, in 2013, to go to Silencio, a night club similar to one of the most electric film sequences. Most of my trips were closer to the house. A year or so has passed, I finished Mulholland Drive, I finished Silver Lake, a magician in Brown and Fake Beige, which prompted Lynch in one way or another to think, AH, yes, what is perfect for discovering a corpse. If I had ventured about 15 miles south, to Gardina, I could enjoy a cup of coffee at Caesar Restaurant – now a closed dinner, thanks to “Mulholland Drive”, he would live forever like Winkie’s on Sunseet Boulevard. Here, Lynch mentioned that the most shredded nightmares are revealed in broad daylight.
Lynch movies are often described as surreal and disturbing, which is a completely accurate evaluation that does not get the violent chaos that can be attributed to the expectations of the newcomer. I can only imagine the initial influence of “Eraserhead”, the hallucinogenic Début feature in Lynch, when it first appeared, in 1977, and became a sense of midnight. But I still remember his vision for the first time and I am thinking that nothing I read about, in preparation, may have weakened the inner glory of his images, drones from his audio design, or his air from the mold of leeseraji. “Eraserhead” was a movie that made you feel as if I had really seen everything, but Lynch had more to appear to us. His taste for the miser found an unexpected classic framework in “The Elephant Man” (1980), which earned him the first three Oscar nominations that are not surprisingly fruitful for the best outlet. After that, the critical and commercial “Dune” disaster (1984), a rare battle in the studio filmmaking that was not eventually raised; To date, though, the unrestricted complexity and the imagination of its visual design cannot be attributed to any other movie director.
A stunning return was followed by “Blue Velvet” (1986), a group of angry sexual terrorist terrorism that has angered a lot. Lynch has dared to watch it, through our fingers, as it has become a non -disturbing comedy of small norms in the small town in a state of exciting awe of fictional awe. The film was built around the Oidipal Triangle whose transparently has not been dispersed at the lower, and rest, as is the case that is not shaken by its representatives: Kyle McClelle corrupt, and a terrifying Dennis in the first place Dennis Qadoub. But what remains exactly as it is a certain transfer of intention – a feeling that he is aware of himself, and he is aware of the complex and sympathetic play of light and darkness in human nature, was satisfied forever, and with the grace of volatile mosquitoes, between two moral columns. Did “Blue Velvet” offer a sarcastic simulation with a straight face, angry evacuation, or an affirmation other than the heart on America Reagan and its discontent? The question can still be divided into people, and I think that the great protein spaces for today’s audience – those who demand clear subjective marks, explicit treatments of sexual activity, and find an ethical ambiguity repellent – less prepared to roam intelligently with the “blue velvet” than even even and it was Their counterparts in 1986.
Even among the fans most thinking about Lynch, the need to decisively determine it continues to decline. The arguments are still angry about the exact percentage of sincerity to the paradox in the director’s work – a discussion, for me, he ultimately says more than the critical language restrictions, especially when this language is applied to an artist who is his work that is not nominated and instinctive. However, I justify that there is honesty and exaggeration in Lynch, and the second is not necessarily in tension; Each one lights up and nurtures the other. Think about them as high covers that smell of sweat – or, if you prefer, migratory souls.
In days and weeks since then Lynch’s deathAt the age of eighty, I found myself thinking a lot about the Los Angeles that I left behind. He was, with certainty, an American artist, with a feeling that is immersed in many regional boilers. Missola, Montana, where he was born, inherited from the eagle eagle, and all the connection of the nose and the enthusiasm of J. He spent most of his childhood in Spokan and Washington, a period that will be devoted to lush landscape in the northwest of the Pacific “TWIN Peaks”. He studied drawing at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, in Philadelphia, a city that he later described, in interviews, as an unparalleled place: “I saw terrible, terrible, terrible things, terrible Philadelphia told things while she lived there Inquire, In 1986. “It was really inspiring.”
Lynch moved to Los Angeles in the early seventies of his seventies to study at the American Film Institute; There, work began on “EraserHead”, many of which were photographed on AFI’s owned sites. His subsequent films, such as “Lost Highway” (1997) and “Mulholland Drive”, reveals more beautiful beauty of the city, as you find a threat in sunlight and wandering in risk -fraught roads anywhere. His films were pleased with the collapse of the city’s past and its present, in discovering the cultural and engineering residue of Lujneh Los Angeles, the oldest between the latest facades in the city. It is important, in my opinion, that all the three Lanch movies that LANCH are very rooted in the cramping identity games: Think of the Saxophonist (Bill Pullman) turns into Pete the Auto Mechanic (Balthazar Getty) in the “lost highway”. Or Laura Dern Shifting at the will in every other scene from “Enland Empire” (2006). It seems as if Lynch is unprecedented on the notified plasticity of the middle of the image, but also in a city known for its endless self-decline-it was wrongly, incorrectly, as it is not credible stones.
Lynch Los Angeles love, and the indisputable reality of his presence throughout the city, gave the lie to that charge. In December 2006, Lynch revealed the absurdity of the Oscar season through a wonderful ridiculous gesture, by launching an unforgettable campaign from Dern’s awards in “Enland Empire”. He stopped himself in the corner of Hollywood Street and La Berra Street, sitting next to a huge vicinity.To look at it“Paste with Dirn’s face, a live cow, and a reading sign”Without cheese, there will be no internal empire(It was one of the few times that he approached to present the logical basis for his work.)
Elsewhere, the Lynch was a usually determined creature, and its habits-which were wearing white shirts of the upper color, which now built the virtues of transcendent meditation-often from the local legend. For years, lunch can be found in Bob’s Boy Boy in Burbank, an institution whose methods in the fifties are suitable with his love for dinner, Jukeboxes, and other old Americana. Later in his career, Lynch captured his fans – undoubtedly some of the new fans – with a series of daily weather reports, was delivered from his body in Hollywood Hills. If you don’t know better, you may have suspected that his strange gray was a kind of implanted effect – a bold point intentionally attracted it to obscene and strange. But it was not possible to happen to the tangle that there was any contradiction to start with it. There was no discrimination arranged and self -self between natural, deviation, humor and seriousness. His unconsciousness may be that he was doing anything in particular calming, may be the most sabotage of it.
