More Tidbits on David Lynch

David Foster Wallace, the well known American novelist, tries to define the word "Lynchian":

"Some guy killing his wife in and of itself doesn't have much of a Lynchian tang to it, though if it turns out the guy killed his wife over something like ... an obdurate refusal to buy the particular brand of peanut butter the guy was devoted to, the homicide could be described as having Lynchian elements."

And a judgment of Blue Velvet from a film critic, when the film was released (it would have immediately made me run to the nearest movie theatre playing the film, had I read it at the time when the film was released!):

"In the brain-damaged garbage department, Blue Velvet gives pretentiousness new meaning. It should score high with the kind of sickos who like to smell dirty socks and pull the wings off butterflies, but there's nothing here for sane audiences.... Bring a barf bag."
-- Rex Reed, New York Post (September 19, 1986)

One clarification, I don't like to smell dirty socks and I abhor torturing delicate creatures like butterflies (my admiration for Nabokov notwithstanding).

More critical reactions, but none as hilarious, can be found here.