David Lynch’s Absurda Studio releases a compilation of his weirdest work.
From Nelson Riddle and Prince to Danny Elfman and Siouxsie and the Banshees.
“Everyone was watching that show. Angelo Badalamenti had a huge influence on the shoegaze sound.”
“body horror was not my term. It was a term someone used to describe what I was doing, so it is not a category in my head that I use to make films.”
It’s all an experiment. I want to find things that fire me up, and see if it works for the people.
Scientists are so beautiful. They come up with these things, and then the other side of the coin is that artists grab hold of them, and who knows what can happen? The world is always changing, that’s rule number one.
It’s a dream world now. But like I always say, everybody has access to a piece of paper and a pencil. But how many great stories are written?
I always like random access, and I like the idea that one thing relates to another. And this is part of the internet: It’s so huge, that it is really an unbounded world.
Margaret Cho is taking her revolution to the streets. The most difficult part of revolution? Feeling you deserve one.
Slam poet Saul Williams’ reality is a lyrical one. But don’t tell him he’s keepin’ it real.
we may never experience this kind of cinema storytelling again in our lifetime.
Gibson, as Neale’s documentary is happy to point out, is so much more than the father of cyberspace.
I like great simplicity in all my work. I don’t like lots of florid detail.”
When people say that it must have been hard to make this movie, I just go, “Uh, no.” Being an offshore oil worker, that was hard. But this?
that rare nuclear holocaust flick you can watch with the kids.
Who among his sons — or daughters — will execute that watch so capably, so persistently, so quietly?
you gotta have the yang with the yin. Miyazaki’s films always have both, and Spirited Away is one of his finest.
Lang was obsessed with the suspicion that he would be forgotten, the robotic assessment “Failure, failure, failure,” probably running through his consciousness.
Lynch’s style became his signature, to the point where reviewers, unable to comprehend, simply claimed that Lynch was being Lynch.