Be it cosmic intervention or simply because David is always on my mind, last night I spontaneously rewatched Blue Velvet. After the film ended and I sat floored, I picked up Kristine McKenna’s essay on the film and flipped to a random page.
Amid all this mayhem, Lynch maintained a sunny disposition, tooling around the set on a pink bicycle with streamers fluttering from the handlebars, his pockets full of peanut M&Ms. “David is a genuinely happy person, and this…
“you can’t wake up if you don’t fall asleep.”
the gift of artifice. we create things, we capture moments, to examine and process what we don’t know. we use what we know in the endless pursuit of an understanding– for even just a glimpse of a tiny, blinking answer to the universe, or to our own, private universes.
even after we’ve finished creating and the curtains fall, we still don’t know. not everything. perhaps, and most likely, we will never get our answers. sometimes all we can do is sit there and look up.
UK & Ireland Tour Q&A with Ryland Brickson Cole Tews, beaver, horse, & dog. Beaver was defeated by Tews in a live fight. Viva independent film.
It feels like a hate crime towards Ron & Russell Mael, Leos Carax, Adam Driver and everyone else involved that this year there was another “bold” musical by a french director that took some big-risk swings (albeit missed) yet was widely acknowledged in the awards circuit, while this far more self-aware and visually cohesive rock opera with something genuinely interesting to say in its engagement with topical material was rendered near invisible in its season…
it’s over for me. it’s everything. I died and met god at my local IMAX.
