It is about A Painter/Sculptor (Lynch) examining the dark underbelly of American Culture whilst simultaneously dismantling the very apparatus of Televison and the fictionalized form of episodic crime dramas (comics/penny dreadfuls etc) that preceded it. It's a bit like Bergerac but with Ross's mum carrying a log and Brockton dancing to Jazz whilst speaking backwards in a red room. It is both brilliant and incredibly shite at the same time. Umissable. It's like hallucinogenics for straight people
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