David Lynch's Inland Empire
June 21st 2007 07:49
Where does one start? Where does one finish? Where is the middle? And what lies in between? It would be easy for me to say I haven’t the foggiest, but mist and fog and subterfuge is exactly what writer/director David Lynch, maestro agent provocateur, loves to linger, loiter and lie in the luxury lap of.
Inland Empire (2006), his first feature in five years, is possibly the strangest, most perplexing full-length film he has ever made. Even Eraserhead (1976) comes across as having a vaguely linear narrative when compared to Inland Empire. It’s taken two years for the movie to reach the shores down under, due mostly to distribution problems (it aggravates distributors no end when you present them with a three-hour film that defies conventional plotting or narrative, even if you are David Lynch).
Screening as part of the Sydney Film Festival, the theatre was packed full of salivating Lynchians, however a good handful left during the course of the 179-minute film. Yes, despite being shot entirely on digital cameras, I would most definitely describe Inland Empire as a film, not a movie. But, as irony always intervenes in a Lynch picture, Inland Empire is about the process of a Hollywood movie being made.
I’m sure there were many non-Lynchians in the audience who found themselves utterly confounded. Hey, I’ve been into Lynch ever since seeing Eraserhead as an impressionable teenager, and I am still scratching my head. But boy, it makes for a great itch!!
So, in a seriously cracked nutshell the premise – ‘cos that’s all I’m really gonna try and explain here and now - goes something like this: Nikki Grace (Laura Dern), a Hollywood actor, has scored the lead in a new “romance-drama” called On High in Blue Tomorrows, to be directed by slightly eccentric director Kingsley Stewart (Jeremy Irons). Her co-star Devon Berk (Justin Theroux), causes her distraction.
It is revealed by the director and assistant director Freddie (Harry Dean Stanton), that the screenplay is a tenuous remake of a Polish movie, 47, which was never completed due to the two lead actors being murdered. The film carries a curse. This of course causes great anxiety to Nikki. Her imagination and psyche begin to unravel, as does time and space, and before you can say “Dick Laurent is dead”, everything and everyone has begun to spiral into a whirlpool of paranoid, delusional, artifice.
Inland Empire might very well be David Lynch’s lost masterpiece. “Lost” is the operative word here. Nikki Grace is also Susan Blue. But which character is the real person? Which reality is fiction? Which situation is a fabrication? Where does one narrative thread pause and the next begin? Inland Empire is loaded for individual interpretation. Convoluted to the point of abstraction, yet hauntingly serene. Sub-text floats like flotsam and jetsam. There is more rampant symbolism being thrust into the film’s mise-en-scene than a Sigmund Freud lecture!
Certainly there are key themes being explored; identity, trust, deception, sex, death, role-playing, even the transparent element of expectation. It could be safe to assume (correction: nothing is safe in a Lynch film) that Inland Empire is the third part to a "trilogy" which began with Lost Highway (1997) and was followed by Mulholland Drive (2001). Each of these films deals with multiple distorted perspectives. Characters striving to understand a predicament they find themselves helpless in, becoming further embroiled in a “foreign” realm of danger and desire, mischief and menace.
But Lynch isn’t all about the darkness and evil that lies below the pristine surface of innocence and kitsch. His usual perversion of humour is evident throughout, not least in his musical elements (The Locomotion??), and the “impromptu” dance routine at film’s end (no, don’t worry I haven’t spoiled anything … as if I could). Laura Dern is a revelation ... and watch for Laura Harring's curious cameo.
Inland Empire is a brilliant dream of dark and troubling things (to use the words of the maestro himself). Lynch not only wrote and directed, but he produced, shot and cut the film too, as well as camera operated (along with a few others), and provided the superb sound design. This is arguably Lynch’s most personal film, if only for the technical aspects.
Few other mainstream directors could make a film like this. They could hope to, but pulling it off is an entirely different kettle of mutant fish. I found myself wondering at one point during the movie that if Inland Empire had been a debut directed by some unknown would audiences pan the film, scoffing it as a piece of pretentious drivel?
Because Lynch has a body of work that is, on the whole, very similar in terms of mood and themes, context and atmosphere, we are familiar with his style and technique, and so are prepared for his diversions, we allow him to lead us into unknown territory. For the most part we actually relish this director for doing so, since very few filmmakers with the imagination of Lynch’s get to have casts and technicians as talented as the ones he uses.
But Lynch isn’t entirely immune to complications and problems. One reason why Inland Empire has taken two years to be properly released is because of poor distribution. Apparently there exists ninety minutes of scenes that were excised from the final cut! And, on a rather curious and admittedly amusing note, when the DVD gets released very soon there will be no chapter stops. When a viewer presses pause a graphic of David himself appears waggling his finger at you. How’s that for auteur arrogance?!
David Lynch, the smirking maverick in the dark tower.
Inland Empire, the nightmare noir for romantic cinephiliacs.
Here are two trailers (US and French):
Inland Empire (2006), his first feature in five years, is possibly the strangest, most perplexing full-length film he has ever made. Even Eraserhead (1976) comes across as having a vaguely linear narrative when compared to Inland Empire. It’s taken two years for the movie to reach the shores down under, due mostly to distribution problems (it aggravates distributors no end when you present them with a three-hour film that defies conventional plotting or narrative, even if you are David Lynch).
Screening as part of the Sydney Film Festival, the theatre was packed full of salivating Lynchians, however a good handful left during the course of the 179-minute film. Yes, despite being shot entirely on digital cameras, I would most definitely describe Inland Empire as a film, not a movie. But, as irony always intervenes in a Lynch picture, Inland Empire is about the process of a Hollywood movie being made.
I’m sure there were many non-Lynchians in the audience who found themselves utterly confounded. Hey, I’ve been into Lynch ever since seeing Eraserhead as an impressionable teenager, and I am still scratching my head. But boy, it makes for a great itch!!
So, in a seriously cracked nutshell the premise – ‘cos that’s all I’m really gonna try and explain here and now - goes something like this: Nikki Grace (Laura Dern), a Hollywood actor, has scored the lead in a new “romance-drama” called On High in Blue Tomorrows, to be directed by slightly eccentric director Kingsley Stewart (Jeremy Irons). Her co-star Devon Berk (Justin Theroux), causes her distraction.
It is revealed by the director and assistant director Freddie (Harry Dean Stanton), that the screenplay is a tenuous remake of a Polish movie, 47, which was never completed due to the two lead actors being murdered. The film carries a curse. This of course causes great anxiety to Nikki. Her imagination and psyche begin to unravel, as does time and space, and before you can say “Dick Laurent is dead”, everything and everyone has begun to spiral into a whirlpool of paranoid, delusional, artifice.
Inland Empire might very well be David Lynch’s lost masterpiece. “Lost” is the operative word here. Nikki Grace is also Susan Blue. But which character is the real person? Which reality is fiction? Which situation is a fabrication? Where does one narrative thread pause and the next begin? Inland Empire is loaded for individual interpretation. Convoluted to the point of abstraction, yet hauntingly serene. Sub-text floats like flotsam and jetsam. There is more rampant symbolism being thrust into the film’s mise-en-scene than a Sigmund Freud lecture!
Certainly there are key themes being explored; identity, trust, deception, sex, death, role-playing, even the transparent element of expectation. It could be safe to assume (correction: nothing is safe in a Lynch film) that Inland Empire is the third part to a "trilogy" which began with Lost Highway (1997) and was followed by Mulholland Drive (2001). Each of these films deals with multiple distorted perspectives. Characters striving to understand a predicament they find themselves helpless in, becoming further embroiled in a “foreign” realm of danger and desire, mischief and menace.
But Lynch isn’t all about the darkness and evil that lies below the pristine surface of innocence and kitsch. His usual perversion of humour is evident throughout, not least in his musical elements (The Locomotion??), and the “impromptu” dance routine at film’s end (no, don’t worry I haven’t spoiled anything … as if I could). Laura Dern is a revelation ... and watch for Laura Harring's curious cameo.
Inland Empire is a brilliant dream of dark and troubling things (to use the words of the maestro himself). Lynch not only wrote and directed, but he produced, shot and cut the film too, as well as camera operated (along with a few others), and provided the superb sound design. This is arguably Lynch’s most personal film, if only for the technical aspects.
Few other mainstream directors could make a film like this. They could hope to, but pulling it off is an entirely different kettle of mutant fish. I found myself wondering at one point during the movie that if Inland Empire had been a debut directed by some unknown would audiences pan the film, scoffing it as a piece of pretentious drivel?
Because Lynch has a body of work that is, on the whole, very similar in terms of mood and themes, context and atmosphere, we are familiar with his style and technique, and so are prepared for his diversions, we allow him to lead us into unknown territory. For the most part we actually relish this director for doing so, since very few filmmakers with the imagination of Lynch’s get to have casts and technicians as talented as the ones he uses.
But Lynch isn’t entirely immune to complications and problems. One reason why Inland Empire has taken two years to be properly released is because of poor distribution. Apparently there exists ninety minutes of scenes that were excised from the final cut! And, on a rather curious and admittedly amusing note, when the DVD gets released very soon there will be no chapter stops. When a viewer presses pause a graphic of David himself appears waggling his finger at you. How’s that for auteur arrogance?!
David Lynch, the smirking maverick in the dark tower.
Inland Empire, the nightmare noir for romantic cinephiliacs.
Here are two trailers (US and French):
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Comment by David
A new Lynch film?
That's enough for me.
Daivd ...
Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
I am even more anxious to see this film now.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Coffee? I make a fine brew, you know ...
Comment by Damo
For the Sake of Argument
My Apologetics
I may need to see this just for the bunnies.
Comment by Cibbuano
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Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Cibby, perplexed? Um, that'll be putting it mildly. Leave your thinking cap at the door and just enjoy the ride.
Comment by Fashion
Fashionista Files
Generally I agree with you on the approach to Lynch. He's so fascinating as an instigator of thoughts, not a concluder.
Have you seen his artwork with the plaster moulds filled with meat, left in the sun and then when they're covered by small creatures Lynch coated them with resin and hung them on a wall. Way cool.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
He was an artist before a filmmaker .... No, I haven't seen the meat works. It does sound interesting.
We are conditioned into watching an accepting conventional film narrative, so that when someone presents a narrative that operates in a non-linear fashion we either think its peretentious or self-indulgent, yet we are frequently bombarded by images and concepts in life which we don't necessarily always understand, so why should we have to understand everything in a cinematic context?
I feel Lynch employs enough intelligence into his films that I never feel he's simply jerking off, if you know what I mean ... There are other directors who I think are far more self-indulgent, and far less clever. The films of Catherine Breillet (Romance, Fat Girl, Anatomy of Hell) annoy the pants off me. For me she is pretentious. I don't get anything from her movies. Actually that's not entirely true, I did get something from Fat Girl, but the other two I can't stand.
Comment by Miswanderlust
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Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
I am so glad to hear that David Lynch has a film "in the oven". Can't wait!
Mis
Comment by Bryn
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