The whir of a ceiling fan. The smolder of a cigarette. The quiet horror of inescapable banality. A David Lynch movie never quiets down.
Supercut whiz Jacob T. Swinney has done it again (this time for Fandor) with this video montage that plugs into what gives Lynch films their special ambiance: haunting, hallucinatory sound, a Lynchian signature that has unfortunately been cribbed to death, including in “True Detective.”
Lynch has long used mechanical, distorted noise to trance-making effect, from the creaking industrial din of “Eraserhead” to the low-lying tones of doom thrumming beneath “Inland Empire” that suggest all kinds of awfulness. It’s like you’re tuning into some otherworldly transmission, or the air conditioner from hell. You listen to a Lynch movie as much as you watch it, because sound is essential to the atmosphere he wants to paint. And it’s dangerous.