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Someone called it The Art of the Ridiculous Sublime. For me, the matter is simpler: it's a bituminous, viscous trick. Like peeling an orange and ending up with an apple — or a watch — or a black hole.
The quiet American town, the families living peacefully. But something cracks, rots, stumbles. Do you remember the ear in the green meadow?
Deafening silences and some redundancy: short circuits, electricity, fires, red drapes, cameras. Suspended atmospheres. Do you remember Audrey dancing, swaying in front of the jukebox?
The dark room is a shadow theater: sleepless nights, tracking shots in lost roads, deserts, sweats, dramatis personae alienating. A full-fledged noir. Reznor's music [N.I.N.], and that Bowie. That's enough to plunge you right into that stupor with both feet. The dredging of the muddy depths, Lynch's fishing in murky waters is all here.
Just out of the cinema, Sunday, January 22, 2023. Deep night, it's cold outside.
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