Lynch Snapped Like A Twig
File under: Deranged Devotees
Somebody in Seattle is fed up with David Lynch and his TM™-shilling "happy, happy, joy, joy" schtick:
Lynch's performance with the fans was more of his trademark golly gee willickers New Age hoakum where critical acumen is verboten and negative thoughts and reactions are ... negative? Isn't it kind of hypocritical to hate Hate? More so than the desire not to have any Desire? So instead of having open, honest reactions to all the negative, disturbing stuff life throws at you, just think happy thoughts and live a life of bullshit positive affirmation and feel-goodery. Thanks, Lynch. Your advice worked out and everything's great now...A repressed hippie moron who is afraid of bad thoughts. We couldn't have said it better ourselves.
Since Lynch apparently lives in some kind of "Genius" bubble, he should avoid stories that involve characters simulating actual human beings. He should stick to what he does best: his distinctive art direction, the meticulous lighting (that makes you realize how much you take light for granted) and all those textured, layered sound effects, and just leave the story telling to people who aren't repressed hippie morons who must not think bad thoughts.