WithTwin PeaksandMulholland Drive,David Lynch pioneered an avant-garde vision of Americana. And Main Street U.S.A. has never quite been the sameBy Steve GarbarinoHis nasal Midwestern cadence, earnest mien, and silver pompadour were as recognizable as Alfred Hitchcock’s voice, chins, and silhouette.David Lynch’s onyx-dark but bizarrely comedic films were so recognizable that he joined the pantheon of greats before him: Hitchcockian. Bergman-esque. Fellini-esque. Spielbergian. Lynchian.He died on January 15 at the age of 78 after evacuating his three-house compound in the Hollywood Hills, just below Mulholland Drive, at the smoldering edges of theLos Angeles County wildfires. A lifelong chain-smoker, Lynch’s death can likely be attributed to emphysema. Tragic but somehow fitting, the wood, the smoke, the horror, the innocence—all were just a few of his favorites things.READ ON
