Windom Earle as the embodied evil. BOB as the metaphysical evil. Dealing with the former makes for an embarrassing melodrama. Lynch knows the discussion of good/evil is meaningful only on a surreal level. And that's why Earle is so instantly dismissed as trivial in Lynch's Red Room. A kind of authorial revenge for the derailed episodes.
The moment she sat on the heavy blue sea, I had already sensed this film gonna burst me into tears in a mild way. The first hour was 3 stars, the last 30 mins was 4 stars. In the last 3 mins, it’s a 5 stars artwork. I’m so happy I risked my life for such a beautiful one in the cinema. "Non possum fugere."