“How is it feel to have a wacko for a son?”
“It feels wonderful”
David Lynch for the MTV generation. As empathetic as it’s melancholic. An entire aesthetic build around teenage angst, music videos and broken passages of time intertwined by the performances and the philosophy of a teenager (both its creator and protagonist) trying to comprehend the zeitgeist in which he’s living.
Maybe Donnie didn’t die, maybe what die was the image that everyone (and himself) had of him.