14:33 07-07-2012 David Lynch’s Star Wars
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It’s fair to say that David Lynch is one of the most captivating and interesting directors working today, and maybe of all time. After producing a few shorts, his first feature was the bizarre, near wordless, experimental masterpiece Eraserhead. He then followed it up with The Elephant Man, a pretty conventional melodrama with standout performances from Anthony Hopkins and John Hurt, and if George Lucas had had his way, Lynch’s third movie would have been Star Wars: Return Of The Jedi.
Imagine that, if you will, David Lynch making Star Wars, maybe turning it into a solipsistic narrative in which Luke Skywalker realises that this universe exists only in his mind, he’s been talking to a brick wall for the past two films, the lightsabre he’s holding is a dead fish and when Darth Vader says that he is his father, it actually means he’s his own father. When Luke finds this out, he throws up his guts, brain and arse. Something like that, anyway. Unfortunately for us, and the rest of the film world, David Lynch said that after meeting with George Lucas and being shown around his ranch and the early concept art for the film, that there would be “absolutely no way” he would make it. He made Dune instead, the extended television version of which irked Lynch so much that he made use of the infamous Alan Smithee credit, a Hollywood standby for directors who want to cover up their crap. 
It’s fair to say that David Lynch is one of the most captivating and interesting directors working today, and maybe of all time. After producing a few shorts, his first feature was the bizarre, near wordless, experimental masterpiece Eraserhead. He then followed it up with The Elephant Man, a pretty conventional melodrama with standout performances from Anthony Hopkins and John Hurt, and if George Lucas had had his way, Lynch’s third movie would have been Star Wars: Return Of The Jedi.
Imagine that, if you will, David Lynch making Star Wars, maybe turning it into a solipsistic narrative in which Luke Skywalker realises that this universe exists only in his mind, he’s been talking to a brick wall for the past two films, the lightsabre he’s holding is a dead fish and when Darth Vader says that he is his father, it actually means he’s his own father. When Luke finds this out, he throws up his guts, brain and arse. Something like that, anyway. Unfortunately for us, and the rest of the film world, David Lynch said that after meeting with George Lucas and being shown around his ranch and the early concept art for the film, that there would be “absolutely no way” he would make it. He made Dune instead, the extended television version of which irked Lynch so much that he made use of the infamous Alan Smithee credit, a Hollywood standby for directors who want to cover up their crap.
