Lynch | 1986 | USA

Singularly oneiric, as is all of his work. I am drawn to cinema in part because it indulges my inner voyeur, and this film knows that we all have that same perversion. After having discovered him hiding in her closet the night before, Dorothy tells Jeffrey that she looked for him there again later. Watching a Lynch film gives one the sense he’s looking for us in the cinema because, of course, he is.