In Wes Anderson’s The French Dispatch, an art dealer played by Adrien Brody says this about an abstract artist:
“One way to tell if a modern artist actually knows what he’s doing is to get him to paint you a horse or a flower or a sinking battleship or something that’s actually supposed to look like the thing it’s actually supposed to look like. Can he do it?”
If you apply that theory to David Lynch, then 1999’s The Straight Story is the movie that proves — beneath all the arthouse trappings and freaky dream logic — he actually knows what he’s doing.
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