So strange and bizarre are the films of David Lynch that they had to invent a word to describe them.
That same term, "Lynchian", can be applied to his work as a painter. His art, twisted and nightmarish paintings of splotch-stained, long-limbed, grotesque caricatures haunting flat boring hum-drum settings, is
every bit as surreal and disturbing as his motion pictures. They are also mostly concerned with the same pre-occupations.
This unfussy documentary, narrated by Lynch himself, goes a long way to explaining the circumstances and forces that wired his brain the way it is.
It starts with Lynch recalling his earliest childhood memory, sitting in a mud bath with his best friend on a hot day, and ends right as he finishes making his breakthrough directorial debut Eraserhead.
For Lynch, it seems, life was always a strange and uneasy place to be. No matter how sunny the afternoon or how much fun he was having, crazy was right around the corner.
