Well, unless Mark Frost flies solo there won't be a Twin Peaks 4. Since both Lynch and Frost were open to speculation, Lynch in particular suggesting the story around Carrie Page (Laura Palmer) was "calling", that's sad.
After watching a number of earlier hollywood productions (1920s -- 1950s) of detective stories, romances, horror, noir, and scifi, I've come to regard Lynch as a cinephile who stitched together impressionistic enactments of disparate favourite clips from forgotten eras, larded over with mysticism and magic to connect things. As the saying goes, all artists borrow, great artists steal. He certainly breathed life into a stodgy and formulaic industry, thus spawning a new wave of Lynchian templates to chew on. I don't think he was nearly as weird or radical or louche as, say, Ken Russell (and many others).
I think he had a lot of fun with what he did. Fun has a bad rap in art-fag circles; you're supposed to suffer. But TP wouldn't have been the same without that vein of humour in the weirdness: Cooper's love of damn fine cups of coffee, Lynch's own comic turn as Deputy Director Cole.
He had a great sense of comedy, and an unerring appraisal of usian society and its signature motivations, such as venality and lust. Some of his story arcs veered into a weirdly victorian sentimentality, like he was dabbling in morality plays. Maybe some of his efforts suffered for too many ideas.
For me, there's nobody who will quite do instead of him. When I have a need to watch something by him, then I don't want somebody else. Shame that there won't be anything new.
I wish he had quit while he was ahead (of the TP sequel). Cf. Coppola and Megaflopalis.
I know you think that :-D
I respectfully differ.
Yes, nonsensical seems appropriate.
If somebody aims for a dreamlike quality (whatever that may mean in any given case) then they have something in common with some of the work of David Lynch. At school, although I had little aptitude
I tried my best at mathematics and always aimed to get the right answer. I suppose that makes me Newtonian or Einsteinian.
No, not Lynchian as an adjective. As Drew observed up there, "It's not about the words that are said or how things look or move or the sounds, it's all of it together".
in a while I shall walk across the room, and on the basis that we have the count of arms and legs in common, I shall do it in a King Charlesian manner.