Dave/Eksvplot wrote:I do feel though that Lynch is a fairly half-assed artist and that this often goes unnoticed by people who haven't had a lot of exposure to world cinema, or viewers who don't hold directors to particularly high aesthetic standards. I feel like Lynch isn't really held accountable for the poor creative choices he makes.
I don't know Dave, I think (or would like to think) that I and friends who also love a lot of Lynch films have had a reasonably broad exposure to international cinema. This sort of argument does lead to accusations of snobbery, I'm afraid.
I think that I get where you're coming from on the "half-assed" and "poor creative choices" points, but I also disagree - respectfully! There are a number of Lynch pieces that I think are deeply flawed (
"Wild at Heart",
"Fire Walk with Me", a fair chunk of
"Twin Peaks",
"Dune",
"Eraserhead" and
"The Straight Story"). At least in my case I have disagreed with a fair few of his decisions.
His approach is unique and I can understand how it is not to the taste of many. He has his own themes and images that he repeatedly returns to, and he appears to work predominantly by instinct, rather than plan. I had an interesting chat with Cranius a while back in which he pointed out that Lynch's imagery does not fit the model of traditional symbolism: he'll put moments in his film without any idea of what they mean. He has some sort of internal feel for what he thinks as appropriate, and I cautiously put forward that he is not an intellectual artist at all. Rather, he seems to make films that intellectuals often feast on (I'm thinking Zizek here). Which might be why he often disappoints when questioned in person (again, I'm thinking Zizek).
"Inland Empire" is an interesting case, in that from my single viewing I thought that it displayed the best and the worst of his tendencies at the same time. I have the dvd, but have not dared to watch it again - I think that it demands the right mood. This was confirmed by a friend who has seen it three times, loved it the first time, loved it even more the second time, hated it the third time, and has pledged to watch it again. (Bloody masochist.)
Angus Jung made a good point in the
Inland Empire thread about Lynch's odd treatment of women in his films. They suffer a lot of brutality. I think that his relationship with women in art is as torturous and uncomfortable as Sam Peckinpah's, to make connection with a contrasting director.
I would also say that he is brilliant.