The Twin Peaks director lives for his work.
He talks about his four marriages, why explaining his films is a ‘crime’, and what makes him a happy camperDavid Lynch seldom smiles in photographs.
His etched Easter Island statue of a face doesn’t glower so much as brood; lips pursed and eyes hooded, he looks every inch the auteur in winter.
The quiff completes the effect, its lush swirl seemingly frozen in place by alarming, Lynchian thoughts.In his 40 years of film-making, the director has taken audiences from sunlit American idylls to surreal dimensions populated by demons, doppelgangers and psychotic killers.
His are scenes you can’t forget: the whimpering, deformed baby in Eraserhead, the severed ear in Blue Velvet, the blood-spattered, skull-crushing violence of Wild At Heart, the nuclear explosion in Twin Peaks: The Return.
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