from a 1999 new yorker piece:
Then came the memo saying, Lose the closeup of dog turds on a sidewalk. Lynch prized that image (he’d told his cameraman, “Get real tight on this—every kid in America is going to love it!”), and he especially objected to this edict. “Show me someone who hasn’t seen dog shit,” he said. A compromise was finally negotiated: the poop would take up an eighth of the screen.
rip goat
