Every month FTS is putting the spotlight on one of their favorite directors. This month we celebrate the Master of Suspense Alfred Hitchcock! See how you can help us spread the word about HitchcOctober.
Let’s take a look at the new home releases for the week including what’s available on Blu Ray/DVD and Video on Demand.
Out of all of David Lynch’s films this is the one I had the most reservations about seeing. It has the cult film tag but I’ve heard plenty of dissenting opinions that put some fear in me. Having just watched it without time to stew or dig into the film, I wanted to put in words my initial feelings of both what-the-fuck madness and undeniable intrigue. I’m not claiming any sort of deep analysis or thoughtful conclusions (you can go to plenty of other sites for that). These are just 10 moments that had me confused, shocked, or in wonder. There will be spoilers.
If you take a glance around the site at the moment, you’ll see a collection of posts and articles dedicated to David Lynch. What you won’t find, however, is any that I’ve written. The reasons for that are twofold; 1) when I started writing this article I’d only seen a little over one and a half David Lynch movies, a number that has increased by one over the course of this month, and 2) from what I’ve seen so far, I’m not overly looking forward to watching any more. I will, of course, but only because I have to. The likes of Blue Velvet, The Elephant Man and -gulp- Inland Empire are all on various movie lists I’m working my way through, but I get the feeling I’ll be putting them off for as long as I can. The reason, you see, is that David Lynch makes weird movies, and I hate weird movies.
I decided for the first time in my 9 months here at French Toast Sunday that I simply couldn’t write an edition of Trope Talk; in the past, when the director of the month was someone whose work I wasn’t too well-versed in, I’d simply write on a separate topic. But David Lynch, who shares my birthday, was a director I just couldn’t bring myself to ignore entirely. So instead, I find myself working through feelings I cannot identify and reactions I cannot quite describe, all as a result of the one Lynch film I have seen: Mulholland Drive (2001).