March 7-19, 2025
Perhaps no artist better epitomizes the narrative freedom of the American arthouse than David Lynch. At once reverent to the classic cinema that came before him and fearlessly experimental and modern, Lynch’s cinema was one entirely of its own. His films exist in a netherworld of imagined nostalgia, magical realism and unbridled, joyous creativity, and they’ve pushed the bounds of the art form and inspired countless pretenders for nearly five decades. But there’s no substitute for the special weirdness this auteur of the outré brought to his singular, nightmarish, but ultimately humane visions. Each film is also an exploration of genre that uses his unique perspective and odd obsessions to plumb the complex and darkened depths of human emotion. In deference to the artist’s recent passing, we dive into his oeuvre and salute the master with a stiff black coffee and some damn good pie.
