David Lynch’s strange world is not for everyone. There is a constant feeling of discomfort, of the possibility of discovering something rotting beneath the glossy exterior of cheerful Americana.
“Blue Velvet”, “Twin Peaks” and “Mulholland Drive” form a triptych depicting dream-like mysteries of Small Town, USA or Hollywood. The women are the more interesting characters in Lynch-land. They’re often each other’s “doubles”, good and bad, innocent and not.
Lynch is very visual, his images splattered with color. The lines his characters speak are surprisingly funny (the flat delivery helps). Who could forget “cup of Joe” moments.