Monday, 2 November 2015

Hotel Room

Away from a David Lynch film for a year or two, you start getting corrupt ideas about what art is supposed to be. Then a hidden gem like the first episode of the long-forgotten Hotel Room comes up and you see the difference. 

All these directors trying to tell you something. Through words, through visuals, they actually try. David Lynch never does. His impact is pure instinct. When the first episode of Hotel Room ends, your heart erupts with delight. You can’t formulate it, but you are too sick of literal and semi-literal art to actually care.