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David Lynch is the only filmmaker to ever truly frighten me as an adult.
The worst of which was my first viewing of Inland Empire. I watched it in a dark basement at about 2 in the morning on a big TV with surround sound. I remember several scenes during which I felt a real, tangible sort of repulsion; a sensory assault that made me feel as if I should turn away or leave the room. How the man so perfectly and efficiently translates that indescribable nightmare fear and logic is so amazing to me.
Another scene I can think of is in Mulholland Dr., where the guy is describing his nightmare to his friend in the diner; about the man behind the diner. Ugh.
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Last edited by fortunato; 06-22-2009 at 11:13 PM.
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