I like this because it is quite simply the worst film I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

"It's strange, strange."

A strange character study more than a documentary, Lynch a fascinating man doing his own day job with cameras placed all around floors and desks and crew hands (or in a few instances in his own hands) simply capturing his movements and moments.

Less informative, more observational.

Robin Williams significantly weirded me out, but given that that was the intention, I can't fault him. The film's great by the way, some really nice cinematography that compliments the emphasis on photography and the psychological thriller genre this film looks to define.

While I have a slight issue with the way the characters develop, I can't fault David Lynch's incredible ability to completely fuck with my mind in a way I am wholly happy to oblige. This is a performance Naomi Watts won't better, and a film that I will undoubtedly watch several times over.