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In case you didn't know, the series is available as a download outwith the davidlynch.net site.
I was originally disinterested in this sickcom because a friend of mine talked me out of seeing the series. We pretty much liked the same Lynch movies equally, and because he stated that it was lesser material I steered clear from it. I didn't really need any disappointment from one of my favourite directors, because one piece always influences another piece, I thought. But I was obviously very wrong.
The premise is simple: three rabbits have situated themselves in a sitcom living room where they perpetually talk past each other, and sometimes something inexplicable happens. They also deliver the same monologue one by one and one at a time, alluding heavily to a traumatized past circumstance.
Okay, maybe not that simple.
I think I understand why my friend rejected it. Lynch retains a big influence on other directors with his singular storytelling methods. Methods which have bleeded over into other movies, and the end result has been that movies like Eraserhead, Fire Walk With Me, Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive are easier to get in retrospect. However, no matter how you feel about these movies now, the fact remains that some of them have attracted indubitably divisive criticism upon their release.
Rabbits is a continuation upon this (and his) proud tradition. This is the new Lynch, with his fetiches in place, who has evolved the mysteries he dreams up in a storytelling gambit that pays off. Big time. It startles and mystifies because Lynch has taken something wellknown and injected something perverse into it. It withholds attention in a blend of mesmerizing sound design, atypical camera work (there is only one cut throughout) and fucked up, cut up dialogue.
And the message isn't all that clear. Yet.
(I shall attempt to decode it but to do so, I will have to watch it again; yes, it is my date tonight) |
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