A few years ago I went to see David Lynch give a speech at a nearby college. I knew he was there to talk about transcendental meditation, the practice that has pretty much consumed his work in the last decade and has kept us from getting another masterpiece after Mulholland Drive (sorry, Inland Empire). We were all hoping that he'd manage to slip in some discussion of the Log Lady or snakeskin jackets during the speech, but Lynch was pretty determined to stick to the meditation status quo. Disappointed doesn't really begin to describe it.
I feel exactly the same way reading Vulture's interview with Lynch, in which he says his next film will be a documentary about Maharishi Mahesh yogi, which he says straight up "won't be a so-called David Lynch film." Then again, he promises "It’ll hold a lot of abstractions," which sounds about as David Lynch as it gets.
I've really enjoyed following David Lynch on Twitter-- every time he asks us followers what we did with our weekends, I feel like he really cares-- and anxiously await the return of his daily weather reports. But while I love the man for doing exactly what he wants to do, when he wants to do it, I want him to do something for me too-- make another movie that, good or bad, is probably gonna blow my mind. It seems we're all going to have to wait a bit longer for that to happen, unless you find meditation particularly mind-blowing.
