I have often said that narrative filmmakers should learn from the avant garde and expand their formal and affective language, but it’s maybe inevitable that most efforts to do this empty that language of its function and transform it into shallow postmodern textuality
David Lynch gave us the language we needed to better articulate the indescribable strangeness of our shared reality. “Lynchian” is so overused because it’s a viscerally understandable word without any known synonyms. I can’t imagine a more beautiful artistic legacy than that.
Like Kafka, like Bacon, he dedicated his life to opening a portal. He was the first to show me another world, a beautiful one of love and danger I sensed but had never seen outside sleep. Thank you David your gift will reverberate for the rest of my life. https://t.co/pK2GDycV1Y
Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972, Herzog)
“Academia is the death of cinema. It is the very opposite of passion. Film is not the art of scholars, but of illiterates.”
--- Werner Herzog