Everyone wanted Laura Palmer. Nobody could save her.
Almost 50 years ago, David Lynch had already understood that normal life is surreal.
The real American dream is discovering evil next door and still getting to sleep in your own bed.
The sixties are dead in Vineland, but like every bad parent, they keep showing up uninvited.
This is not a good movie, exactly. It is a classified document from the last year cocaine was allowed to make creative decisions.
The scariest thing about Vivarium is that it ends. The life it's describing doesn't.
Hokum is too crowded to become a nightmare, but weird enough to make you suspicious of continental breakfast.
Some monsters should stay dead, especially when resurrection only proves they were scarier before they had mythology.
Hum of Hurt is not Converge at their most essential, but it is Converge at their most honest: still bleeding, just with better acoustics.
