Scix in the Back Row

[twinpeakssecrets] “I always wanted a storyline for that guy who dances in the school hall way int he beginning of the show.”

You know … me, too.

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“My life’s a lot like a David Lynch movie…”

david-lynch:

I thought about this today. Ok I think about it all the time.

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theplaidoftwinpeaks:

Twin Peaks Season 2 Episode 11 - Bonus #44: Young Jerry Horne

I wonder who these two kids grew up to be?

the-overlook-hotel:

The iconic carpeting of The Shining and Twin Peaks collide.

Artist: Jared Lyon

This mashup makes me weirdly happy.

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The Laura Dern face.

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Jim Henson’s The Cube (1969). An episode of NBC Experiment in Television (53 minutes). Starring Richard Schaal. Reminds me a bit of Head.

Bet you haven’t seen this!

Prescient as all get out. Like Shock Treatment, it (among other things) predicts reality TV.

Also some very good WTF is going on here, played both for laughs and for wonder and creep, and I thoroughly enjoy it.

“Your trouble is, you will not accept a paradox.”

Parts of it are positively Lynchian. Or maybe a prank pulled by Guy Grand.

Ran into it following links from Twin Peaks on TVTropes.org (via Ontological Mystery — though I can’t recall exactly how I got there).

“She’s Dead. Wrapped in plastic.”

Dammit, Lynch, make us another one, I can’t imagine what it would be like to follow a show like this “live”…

(not done with Jacob’s Ladder yet, just taking a breather. For whatever reason, my screencapping was a bit exhorbitant, and trimming down from thousands of images is tougher than you’d think)

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UPDATE: this is apparently some other David Lynch, not the director, who would have already been in his teens at this time.

HORROR FAN — David Lynch, 11, who dotes on horror movies, is greeted by Vincent Price during the actor’s appearance last night at Hartwick College in Oneanta. The youngster is son of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Lynch of Walton.

nevver:

When legends gather

The Cowboy and the Frenchman (1988) David Lynch directing. Starring Harry Dean Stanton, Jack Nance,Tracy Walter, three of my favorite “Hey, it’s that guy” actors. And a Frenchman (Frederic Golchan).

And bless my soul, imdb verifies: that’s Michael “Deputy Hawk” Horse of Twin Peaks as the Indian.

This is part of the “Les Français Vus Par” (“The French as Seen by…”) series of shorts.

I find it amusing when something on YouTube is described as “rare.” Pretty much as soon as it is put online, it ceases to be rare.

(Still have a bunch of Jacob’s Ladder in the queue, coming up soon. Then Angel Heart. And then I am thinking some Twin Peaks? )

David Lynch’s Mulholland drive

“Wilkins, if that damned dog craps in the courtyard one more time, I’m just gonna bake his little butt for breakfast!”

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I meant to edit this, not repost it. Oh well, since someone’s already liked it, I guess it can stay.

David Lynch: We Care About New York. Public service announcement created to bring attention to the city’s rat problem.

Christ. I dropped an apple core ten years ago, I’m going back for it.

Diane, 11:30 AM, February 24th, entering the town of Twin Peaks.

Today is an important day in history (thanks, whiskeyandgoatsmilk.)

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Crossfade …

Review: Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992), directed by David Lynch

I am not sure I even feel qualified to review Twin Peaks, Fire Walk With Me or otherwise. It explores some of the Black Lodge mythos of the TV series, and gives some backstory of Laura’s descent from nice hometown girl to the wreck that was murdered by (spoiler) her father while possessed of an entity named Bob, who actually wanted to take her over instead. It adds new characters, and ties the whole series of murders to a larger history.

Lynch, however, would rather things be more opaque rather than more clear. The film is dream-like, even the ordinary slice-of-life bits Lynch always includes as contrast (Blue Velvet, for example, opened with that montage of Lumberton as a wholesome, American town).

I dunno. Frankly, I am just going to heat up some garmonbozia and eat it with butter and pepper, and go on thinking of the works of David Lynch as a mystery it is fun to pursue, but which can never be solved.

This is Scix in the Back Row, slurping garmonbozia.