David Lynch, visionary filmmaker behind ‘Twin Peaks’ and ‘Mulholland Drive,’ dies at 78
https://apnews.com/article/david-lynch-d...ae3c09ed59
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David Lynch, the filmmaker celebrated for his uniquely dark and dreamlike vision in such movies as “Blue Velvet” and “Mulholland Drive” and the TV series “Twin Peaks,” has died just days before his 79th birthday. His family announced the death in a Facebook post on Thursday. The cause of death and location was not immediately available, but Lynch had been public about his emphysema.
[...] Last summer, Lynch had revealed to Sight and Sound that he was diagnosed with emphysema and would not be leaving his home because of fears of contracting the coronavirus or “even a cold.”
“I’ve gotten emphysema from smoking for so long and so I’m homebound whether I like it or not,” Lynch said, adding he didn’t expect to make another film.
“I would try to do it remotely, if it comes to it,” Lynch said. “I wouldn’t like that so much.” (
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God! I had never expected him to pass! There was always a bristling excitement in my life that he was out there somewhere working on his next mind-boggling masterpiece. His influence on my creativity and appreciation for what film can do is simple inestimable. He was a pioneer and a genius. I will miss him SO much!
My nephew Brian Villalobos, himself a talented actor and avid cinephile, posted this on FB in response to David's passing. He said everything so well I just had to repost it:
"This one, I can't.
I just can't.
There were stories about his health. He was 78. I don't know how I wasn't ready for this but I absolutely was [full stop] not [full stop] ready.
For my money, there has never been a more important or influential or genuinely, literally inspiring human being to work in film. Ever. Because, for as many people who have tried and will continue to try (and God bless 'em) to "imitate" Lynch, the only way to truly do what he singularly did, to follow in his great, strange, beautiful legacy, is to open your OWN subconscious, your OWN dreamlife, your OWN convoluted and twisting and recursive and symbolic and dark and whimsical and quaint and silly and harrowing and deeply funny and humanistic and repulsive and perfect and whole and individual and unifying SOUL and let it pour out without judgement or concern or roadmap and give it unblinking to the world as a gift of you. Because that's what he did. And that is the immense and ineffable and transforming lesson of David Lynch, the lesson that's making me tear up as I wrote this. No, you can't do what David Lynch can. You can do what YOU can. And not even David Lynch can do that.
I'm so wrecked over this. So devastated and laid low. But I'm so, so grateful.
There's something I never hear mentioned in the wild about Lynch, and it floors me. People talk about inscrutable plots, symbolism, the dubious feeling that it's all a frivolous mind game, weirdness for weirdness's sake. There's a great Simpsons gag where Homer's watching Twin Peaks, you hear someone on the TV talk about cherry pie, and then it cuts to the screen and there's a man waltzing in the woods with a unicorn under a traffic light suspended from a tree branch, and Homer earnestly intones, "Brilliant. I have no idea what's going on." There's an idea out there that Lynch just wants to poke your brain for a laugh. But what no one talks about with Lynch -- the thing that for me is THE thing with Lynch -- is his heart. And it's enormous.
Watch Lynch. If you don't like Lynch, watch THE STRAIGHT STORY. It'll feed your soul and open your heart. Then, do as Lynch would do. Keep them open, keep them fed, and give them to the world."
When I used to eat a real lunch, it was always a tuna sandwich. For years, always the same.
Now I do intermittent fasting, but I usually only do one of two options for both my lunch snack and dinner.
Routine and simplicity.
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