Breaking Baz: How David Lynch’s Vivid Imagination Was Sparked By What He Saw Beyond His Bedroom Window As A Kid
deadline.comDavid Lynch, whose death was announced Thursday, was my motion picture lodestar. When his 1977 movie Eraserhead played at an obscure film festival, now long gone, in Woolwich, London, it was like nirvana for a kid raised on The Sound of Music, Cliff Richard in Summer Holiday and Tommy Steele in Half a Sixpence!
It was my kind of weirdness. Thank heavens my sister loved Bob Dylan, otherwise I’d have been really weird. I was getting high on Lynch’s movies, and the price of admission at the Odeon in Richmond was all it cost me.
A few years later, as a reporter on the London Evening Standard, I was charged with tracking the progress of The Elephant Man, the film Lynch was shooting about John Merrick starring John Hurt, Anthony Hopkins, Anne Bancroft and John Gielgud.
They were on location at a crumbling old wing — so dilapidated that it later was demolished — of the London Hospital in Whitechapel.
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