This is another 4-minute animated short that Lynch made in college, in which he animates the alphabet in a kind of wacky-hip Sesame Street style. But make no mistake, it's Lynch.
A tongue licking its lips cuts to three A's being basically puked up, and then a little riff involving a cartoon brain, an almost-3D boob, and some sped-up crying sounds, and it ends with a redheaded girl in whiteface (his then-wife, Peggy) in a hospital bed, singing the alphabet and spitting up blood.
It doesn't take itself all that seriously, and I didn't either. We're all just getting our feet wet at this point. The heavy stuff is to come.
(I'm going to try and watch a bunch of his films this month, because I just somehow never have. But even I can already tell he's started in the manner he means to go on.)
This is another 4-minute animated short that Lynch made in college, in which he animates the alphabet in a kind of wacky-hip Sesame Street style. But make no mistake, it's Lynch.
A tongue licking its lips cuts to three A's being basically puked up, and then a little riff involving a cartoon brain, an almost-3D boob, and some sped-up crying sounds, and it ends with a redheaded girl in whiteface (his then-wife, Peggy) in a hospital bed, singing the alphabet and spitting up blood.
It doesn't take itself all that seriously, and I didn't either. We're all just getting our feet wet at this point. The heavy stuff is to come.
(I'm going to try and watch a bunch of his films this month, because I just somehow never have. But even I can already tell he's started in the manner he means to go on.)
