David Lynch is the simplest and purest movie I've seen so far

Ericka 2022-04-20 09:01:42

"The Story of Mr. Street", David Lynch's simplest and most innocent movie I've seen so far. Basically, there are no dazzling ingredients. A very honest story about an old man who is late and regrets the stupid things he did when he was young. Before his mobility and even his life will be completely lost, he stubbornly drives an RV pulled by a lawn mower and travels thousands of miles. A story about breaking the ice with a long-feuding brother. Slow tone, faint sadness, beautiful natural scenery after autumn, kind strangers, various unexpected encounters during the journey, the life state outlined by... The only thing that looks like Lynch in this film is the beginning of the film, Fat woman sitting in the sun in her garden. I liked it very much at the end, and finally the brothers met. My brother lived in a desolate and dilapidated log cabin. When he saw a younger brother approaching, he greeted him lightly. He glanced at the lawnmower RV that his younger brother drove over, and was slightly surprised. Then, the camera moved up and switched To the starry sky screen at night (the male protagonist's desire to go on the road is to sit with his brother again and watch the stars in the sky). This kind of light treatment, not too provocative, not long-winded, like it. However, the road trip shown in the film, I feel that there is some verbosity and editing mess. So although this film is warm and depicts some kind of human emotion worth staring, in my mind, it is still not the best David Lynch.

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The Straight Story quotes

  • Alvin Straight: Well, they may be mad. I don't think they're mad enough to want to lose you, or your little problem.

    Crystal: I don't know about that.

    Alvin Straight: Well, of course, neither do I, but a warm bed and a roof sounds a mite better than eating a hot dog on a stick with an old geezer that's travelling on a lawnmower.

  • Alvin Straight: Can I help you, lady?

    Deer Woman: No, you can't help me. No one can help me. I've tried driving with my lights on, I've tried sounding my horn, I scream out the window, I-I roll the window down and bang on the side of the door and play Public Enemy real loud! I have prayed to St. Francis of Assisi, St. Christopher too-what the heck! I've tried everything a person can do, and still, every week, I plow into at least one deer! I have hit thirteen deer in seven weeks driving down this road, mister! And I have to drive down this road! Every day, forty miles back and forth to work! I have to drive to work, and I have to drive home!

    [she looks at the open fields around her]

    Deer Woman: ...Where do they come from?

    [she kneels down and checks the deer's pulse]

    Deer Woman: He's dead.

    [she walks back towards her car]

    Deer Woman: And I love deer!

    [she gets in her car and drives off]