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.
