I suppose I should use this space to pay something of a tribute to David Lynch, on what would have been his 79th birthday. Even still, I’m finding it so difficult to figure out what I could possibly productively provide, amid the vast, overwhelming yet deeply moving sea of eulogies already in the ether, and even more so, struggling to put my personal relationship to the man and his work, which has existed in some form for about a decade…

My love is pure as the universe,
Honest as an ashtray

There’s something about watching Gena Rowlands … Let me start here: Earlier today (now yesterday, at the time of actually writing this) I was at a gas station, and not too far behind me was a young couple in the midst of a heated argument. Really, the spat seemed to be one-sided, a woman chastising her partner over a suspected infidelity, while pleading that she was sick of being…

It was a bit depressing - but maybe ultimately appropriate for a classic Tim Robinson narrative about the hilariously Sisyphean struggle of navigating a social world with endless unspoken rules while your attempts to parrot observed popular behavior only seem to emit an off-putting vibe - how unnervingly silent my theater was through most of this, which included several of the funniest bits I’ve seen in a movie in forever (no Marvel spoilers garage, Seal Team 6 lunch, etc). 

I…

When I wanted to do the rape scene, I explained to [Mara Lorenzio] that I was going to hit her and rape her. There was no emotional relationship between us, because I had put a clause in all the women's contracts stating that they would not make love with the director. We had never talked to each other. I knew nothing about her. We went to the desert with two other people: the photographer and a technician. No one else.…