David Lynch has a new album out this week. It’s the latest creative endeavor in a career that’s been characterized as much by its diversity as its ongoing weirdness — in fact, Lynch has been responsible for so much over the years that it’s hard to keep track of it all, let alone sort the best from the rest. So here’s an overview of his oeuvre, looking at the most significant aspects of his work, and ranking each endeavor from the most compelling to the most forgettable.
Obviously. Ranking them is a post of its own, but suffice it to say that I’d go with Mulholland Drive over Blue Velvet as the pinnacle of the Lynchian celluloid experience, that Lost Highway and Inland Empire are unfairly maligned (especially the former, which is really pretty great), that it’s a shame Alejandro Jodorowsky didn’t make Dune, that Eraserhead is still singularly disconcerting genius, and that Fire Walk With Me really does stink to high heaven.