Is it a little music, these few hypnotic notes that his appointed composer Angelo Badalamenti, who left more than two years before him, created for each of his films? Is it an unforgettable image for a lifetime, this forest of invisible horror in “Twin Peaks”? Is it this sensation of absolute Evil and this thrill of extreme beauty that runs through the spine and each of his films? Or his absolute compassion for the humanity of the monster in “Elephant Man”? Or are they these secret and disturbing rooms from his films, nightclubs, black boxes, interlocking crimes?
David Lynch was unique. The only poet in Hollywood, in the sense that this pure and uncompromising esthete, closer to the avant-garde than to blockbusters, literally took the wheel of each of his films and steered the car to lead them into major Hollywood productions at full speed on the poetic and macabre highway of “Lost Highway”.
Belgium
Related News :