David Lynch Is One F**ked Up, Seizure-Causin’ Genius — Watch His New Nine Inch Nails Music Video

If you had met David Lynch, or even watched him in a talk show interview, without any familiarity with his work past or present, you might think, “Well there’s a fine, upstanding Midwestern gentleman.” You’d smile with a reverence for his old school charms, his strong and saccharine speaking voice, his straight-forward and kindly demeanor. Chalking up his askew haircut to a foggy bathroom mirror, you’d determine that this was one of a dying breed of good old fashioned regular joes.

So, out of a newfound favor for the no nonsense fella, you might be inclined to check out something he’s directed. Perhaps a recent creation, like his new music video for the Nine Inch Nails song “Came Back Haunted.” And, promptly afteward, you might also be inclined to phone your psychiatrist — any psychiatrist, actually… the first German name that Google spits out at you will do just fine — because you’ll be drowning in a cesspool of festering nightmares. If the seizures don’t get you first.

Credit: NineInchNails/YouTube

Yes, Lynch’s new project is as weird, black, morose, over-the-top, and authentically interesting as any of his old wonders. Although, like most of the filmmaker’s works, it begs the question of whether or not Lynch is trying too hard to be strange, we know him to be a figure of such artistic integrity that we’d excuse what we might condemn from another artist.

Flashes of insectile organs and sharp-toothed Agent Coopers strike confusion and horror into each of us as we watch. But, as always with Lynch, that calamity of jagged emotions seems to be the point. So, job well done, ya beautiful loon.

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Staff editor Michael Arbeiter’s natural state of being can best be described as “mild panic attack.” His earliest memories of growing up in Queens, New York, involve nighttime conversations with a voice from his bedroom wall (the jury’s still out on what that was all about) and a love for classic television that spawned from the very first time he was allowed to watch “The Munsters.” Attending college at SUNY Binghamton, a 20-year-old Michael learned two things: that he could center his future on this love for TV and movies, and that dragons never actually existed — he was kind of late in the game on that one.