The Strange World of David Lynch

Eric G. Wilson quotes Rosselini's remark in The Strange World of David Lynch: Transcendental Irony from Eraserhead to Mullholand Drive, which locates a wealth of spiritual meanings, connotations, and implications in five Lynch films. Wilson isn't the first scholar to look at Lynch in religious terms but he may be the most thoroughgoing and inventive. Nobody is suggesting that the pictures at hand-all utterly original, hugely audacious, and fearlessly bizarre-are Methodist Allegories, evangelical screeds, or coded Rosicrucian messages. What they do add up to, Wilson argues, is a body of sacred secular cinema informed by a radical religiosity that enables Lynch to avoid two common philosophical mistakes: dualism, which divides the world into opposites like good-evil and order-chaos, and monism, which reduces the cosmos to some undifferentiated unity- all is material, all is spiritual, all is whatever. Lynch has pursued an open- ended journey into what Wilson calls transcendental irony, appearance and reality, creation and destruction, desire and fulfillment, nature and artifice, conscious and unconscious, form and formlessness, and all the multifaceted antinomies of existence of which a sensitively attunes spirit is exhilaratingly aware. ...Wilson throws in Transcendental Meditation, which Lynch learned from Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, the mantra-chanting guru who enlightened the Beatles a few decades ago. Lynch inconveniently insists that his films have nothing to do with religion, but this doesn't slow Wilson down for a second. It's just a neat example of the earnest playfulness that makes Lynch so, well, Lynchian. 'I don't mean to be facetious but if I do sound that way, chalk it up to the persuasive power of Wilson's own arguments, which are too serious to take themselves too seriously. A critic who admires Lynch for dodging the traps of monistic and dualistic thinking can't afford to fall into those very pitfalls, and since cinema scholarship spends a good deal of its time down there, Wilson wisely staves off error by deploying a film-theoretical version of earnest playfulness. In the introduction to his book, for instance, he lays out the ideas I've outlined and plausible applies them to scenes in Lynch movies. Whatever you think of Wilson's overall approach, you have to be charmed by his good-natured candor and respect for ambiguity, which lend wonder and surprise to his analyses of enigmas, aporias, and impossibilities in Lynch's films. Wilson's book was finished before Lynch completed Inland Empire, that may well stand as his very greatest work. Unfazed as always by empirical reality, Wilson writes about the picture anyway, predicting that it will explore the imperial interiors that stay forever unmapped, sounding the abmysal insides of the heart to their profoundest depths. You read it right, folks: Wilson has written one of that film's most astute descriptions without seeing a single frame. It seems his ridiculous hermeneutics are just what's needed for opening our eyed to a mystical third term surpassing the divide between many and one , chaos and order-a barely possible thing as lurid and gorgeous as Blue Velvet wavering in the muted light. -- popmatters.com