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Every three days or so, I get a mad desire to watch a David Lynch movie. Which is terrible because Lynch movies benefit from infrequent viewing, when he can surprise you with a well chosen sound effect, musical cue, or image. Fortunately, I've only watched Inland Empire about fifteen times or so and not at all since moving to Japan three years ago. So I watched it last week.

Released in 2006, it's looking increasingly likely to be Lynch's final feature film. Which would be appropriate considering the closing credits feature what seems almost to be footage of his retirement party, complete with dancing girls and a man sawing wood.



Some consider the third season of Twin Peaks, released in 2017, to be basically an 18 hour feature film. I do believe I ranked it among films myself on my yearly ranking and on my ranking of films from the 2010s. American TV has become increasingly serialised over the past decade, but even by those standards, the episodes of Twin Peaks: The Return feel inextricably linked in ways no other show does. Inland Empire is not dissimilar.



It's a three hour film about an actress, Nikki Grace (Laura Dern), who gets trapped in a haunted screenplay. Inland Empire is arguably Lynch's most postmodern work because, at its heart, it's a commentary on the audience/artist relationship. The concept of a haunted screenplay is a good vehicle for this because it provides a pretext for commenting on how stories connect people across time and space. Lynch uses the concept, too, to string together a number of previously standalone vignettes he filmed for his web site that all take on a broader meaning within the narrative.



But unlike most postmodernist dramatic works that are unsatisfying due to the emotional distance the writer clings to in an analytic mode, Lynch's unique mastery of visual and audio storytelling creates a visceral and personal experience. That shot of Laura Dern running on the hillside with that garish grin is always scary. The troupe of prostitute spirits, which becomes a kind of Greek chorus, almost an audience surrogate, is effectively mysterious and unnerving yet oddly comforting. Their mocking dance to "Locomotion" is a celebration, a satire, and a tormented cry all at once. Because human feelings are that complicated and self-contradictory.



I love the scene where Nikki, performing with her co-star played by Justin Theroux, has to break character and laugh, commenting how the lines are just like the screenplay for the movie. It's such a brilliant moment of Alice in Wonderland logic. something that literally makes no sense and yet also makes perfect sense on a deeper level. We know what she means even though what she says is meaningless.



The story is episodic and disjointed and yet undeniably all a smoothly connected whole. I often feel Lynch's movies are best taken in one gulp, an opinion I think he shares, considering he dislikes providing chapter menus on his DVD and blu-ray releases. People underestimate the importance of sequence not just on a narrative level but on a sensual level. A funny scene has a different impact if it comes right after a scary scene, a scene of romantic consummation is different if it comes after scenes of darkness and confusion. You really have to be open to taking the ride.

Inland Empire is available on The Criterion Channel.
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It won't be long now before we get to see a new episode of Twin Peaks. It's still not soon enough for me--"I want it now" has been repeating in my brain for over a year now; that and, "Why is it taking so long?" I've been getting ready over the past few days by watching INLAND EMPIRE, David Lynch's last feature film, released over ten years ago, and the final episode of Twin Peaks season two, the final episode of the series' original run. The two works are worlds apart, in their way, stylistically, but they're both inimitably David Lynch.

My love for David Lynch began in high school, in 1995 or 1996 or so. Lynch for me was very much a gateway drug, in terms of cinema and music. Before the Lost Highway soundtrack, all I listened to was orchestral film scores and "Weird Al" Yankovic. I went from being a nice Apollonian Trekkie to being a Dionysian lost cause pretty much thanks to David Lynch. Well, I may be overstating it slightly. But suddenly after Lost Highway my John Williams and James Horner CDs started gathering dust as I became a fan of David Bowie, Nine Inch Nails, and The Smashing Pumpkins, and instead of watching Star Trek II for a few hundred more times, I started watching not only David Lynch but also Cronenberg, South Korean horror movies, the Godfather films, and so much other weird shit. Something about Lynch showed me that there was more to art than a clever story about a nice shiny future or a sensible adventure.



I'd also have to credit my high school film-as-literature teacher, Martin Johnson, who's retiring this month. I suspect also the simple fact that I was a teenager made me more open to weird, transgressive stuff, too. But looking back, it seems to me a crucial step into adulthood, moving from my personal Age of Enlightenment into something like a personal Romanticism into Gothic and Realism (I'm referring to trends in art and literature of the late 18th century through the 19th). I can only hope with this new Twin Peaks Lynch will spur a similar maturation in audiences addicted to the simple linear logic of superhero films. I doubt it, but it would be nice.



INLAND EMPIRE, despite being, until later to-night, Lynch's latest film, may not offer any clues as to what to expect from the new Twin Peaks. Watching it a few nights ago, I was struck by the extraordinary number of close-ups, far more than in any of his other films. Often shots that start as close-ups get even closer with the effect of dehumanising the human face until it's an inscrutable mask of flesh.



Part of the reason for this, I believe, was Lynch's newfound love for low-quality digital video. Like found footage films, one of the effects of low quality footage is it makes it harder to see what might be lurking in the shadows and sudden movement and gradually revealed shapes are made eerier. But if you want to see facial expressions, you can't use long shots. But I don't think this is the only reason for the close-ups--INLAND EMPIRE is such an interior film, a beautiful and scary hallucination experienced by Laura Dern's character where suddenly no human face is familiar enough not to become frighteningly alien.



The finale of Twin Peaks season 2, by contrast, features an extraordinary number of long shots--long in duration and long as in distance between camera and subject. This, the first episode Lynch had directed in quite some time--he'd been away shooting Wild at Heart--in so many ways was clearly intended as a jab at the show Twin Peaks had turned into in Lynch's absence; an average, unremarkable soap opera. Filled with sudden, absurd, and violent terminations to plot threads, it also features some almost sadistic cinematic technique, particularly for a television screen.



It's hard for me to watch the old Twin Peaks because I've watched it just about to death, mainly just the David Lynch episodes, over and over, but one of the nice things about the Blu-Ray was the fresh perspective it gave. This final episode of season two is one of the ones that benefits most because of those long shots. Suddenly that charmingly excruciating scene in the bank, with the little old man shuffling from Audrey to Andrew and Pete, is a completely new scene because I can make out everyone's facial expressions.



But I always loved that scene, so fucking much. It's just such a beautiful and oddly sweet "fuck you" to the show that had become plot point, plot point, plot point, to plot point. Lynch mercilessly cranked it all down to have us watch this little old guy dealing with a slightly strange day at the bank that ends ludicrously and enigmatically.



I'm so glad Lynch is directing every episode of the new series, I'm so glad that he played hardball to get the budget he needed. To everyone who's talked about this new golden age of television, it's true, we are seeing some incredible TV. But whatever we see to-night, I guarantee it'll be like nothing you're used to.

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