David Lynch has never sold out. I know using the term “sell out” makes me sound like an angry Goth kid furiously smoking behind the school dumpsters yelling “POSEURS” at anyone who walks by in the wrong band T-shirt. Hey, if the shoe fits. But when we live in a time when outsiders desperately want … Continue reading
Can Band-Aids be beautiful? Yes, those uncannily flesh-colored, rubbery, sticky and potentially slimy strips that cover any number of sores, scratches, abrasions and ruptures. When singular, Band-Aids are startling, but bunched together, they coagulate into a congealed mass, yellowing with slough, dead skin, sweat, and scabs. Physically repulsive, tactically terrible, sure. But, aren’t they just … Continue reading
In his text Transcendental Style in Film, the critic turned auteur Paul Schrader observed a formal connection between several mid-1900s filmmakers, particularly Yasujirô Ozu, Robert Bresson and Carl Thedor Dreyer. “Transcendental film,” Schrader argues, “seeks to maximize the mystery of existence; it eschews all conventional interpretations of reality: realism, psychologism, romanticism, expressionism, and finally, rationalism.” … Continue reading
This week, a clip from the production of Twin Peaks: The Return was resurrected and made the rounds on Twitter, featuring auteur David Lynch losing his proverbial shit over the rapid manner in which directors are expected to work in today’s film and TV industry. Lynch being Lynch, he didn’t care about simple budget concerns or time constraints, eventually yelling in his folksy tone while angrily drawing on a cigarette, “We never get to go dreamy or anything!” Continue reading
Why hello there, faithful Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? You’re in the mood to rank moments from the past year with no real basis except for your own fervently subjective but strongly felt opinions? Me too! I’m ready to get zealous and list, wrap-up and rank anything and everything that happened in 2018 with fanatical … Continue reading
“Memory–what a strange thing it is!…” writes Gaston Bachelard in The Poetics of Space (9).In contrast to its dry and dour title, The Poetics of Space is a thoroughly Lynchian trip through memory, home and dreams, or more specifically, daydreams. Continue reading
“Part of the thing about secrets is that they have a certain kind of mystery to me. A dark secret, I don’t want to see something so clearly that it would destroy an imaginary picture…secrets and mysteries…provide a beautiful little corridor where you can float out and many, many wonderful things can happen,” vividly describes … Continue reading
Special Agent…are you there? Oh! Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams lovebirds. We were just praying to our Valentine–Special Agent Dale Cooper. By the way, I love this music. Isn’t it tooooo dreamy? *gets up and sways* For this V-Day, after our twin Sleazy Songs of Seduction playlists from years past, we’re bringing all you … Continue reading
As you know, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, we, here at Filthy Dreams, spent most of the year obsessing about Twin Peaks: The Return. Even after the show’s finale in September, we’ve been stuck in the Roadhouse, haunted by not-Laura Palmer’s final scream and whisper. I still close my eyes and see Laura pulling off her … Continue reading
“Los Angeles is not what you see in the movies. It’s like Detroit with palm trees.”–Don Draper I never liked the Los Angeles episodes of Mad Men. Well, at least at first. Something about Don losing himself in the sun, sand and vivid colors of California just felt wrong. He belonged guzzling an Old Fashioned … Continue reading