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Movie Review: David Lynch’s “A Goofy Movie” **Warning:Spoilers**


David Lynch has no doubt been one of the most influential directors of the modern era, with movies like “Eraserhead” and “Blue Velvet” being one of those movies to see. A great deal of attention has been paid to him and his ideas about the changing American landscape either rural or city-bound. Often he shows the gross underbelly that exists surprising close to our comfortable lives. The gross muck that people have as their life becomes readily apparent as the viewer realizes just how similar they are to that disgusting person on camera.

                “A Goofy Movie” tends to be one of his more overlooked projects. Written around the same time as ‘Lost Highway’ this is another one of his ventures into the often dark world of Americana. Initially he wanted it to be a father/son bonding experience but realized it would be more interesting if he displayed some of the heartache and loss that he saw running rampant, particularly indirectly referencing the events of the Waco Siege in Waco, Texas.

                Since the plot often uses multiple perspectives and the narrator’s motives are dubious, the audience is left to figure out exactly what goes through Goofy’s mind as he watches his comfortable life unravel around him. Due to the limited release and unavailability on DVD (an issue Mr. Lynch has promised will be resolved) there isn’t a huge amount of critical review on this classic snapshot of America during the early part of the Clinton era. Following are spoilers for this movie and I’ve linked the trailer for it. The soundtrack is phenomenal and easily rivals Philip Glass’s “Koyaanisqatsi” work.

                The movie begins with a shot of an idyllic grain field. Apparently this symbolizes the pure good hearted nature of Goofy. However as the camera focuses more intensely on the field, we see a funeral. Goofy sadly looks into the ground as his wife’s coffin is lowered. Listening intensely to the priest as he mentions all the good she did for the community, Goofy uncontrollably sobs. Seeing his young son, he promises to make sure he’ll raise him well. He hopes that even without his mother’s angelic demeanor, Max will still turn out ok. 

                We forward into the present. A sterile office is presented as Goofy’s workplace. Working under a demanding boss, Goofy has clearly aged since his wife’s death which was many years ago. During his lunch break, he checks various online dating sites for potential dates, only to find that most people he messaged had read and deleted those messages. He longs for a wife, someone to help ease his tortured heart. 

                The phone rings on the wall. Startled, he heads towards it. Picking up the phone, he hears his son’s principal explaining what happened to him. To Lynch’s credit, it is never explicitly stated what Max’s crime was, but it is alluded to that he had developed a methamphetamine habit. 

                Worried about his son’s increasingly erratic behavior, he proposes a trip to Idaho to help him detox. Max’s face falls at first as he hears this information. Apparently from photos Goofy looks at before Max’s addiction, Max used to be a close son to him. But over the past several years, Max has become increasingly distant from his father. Part of this is due to Goofy’s lack of willpower and the blind faith he has in the lost sheep that is his son.

                As the trip progresses, Goofy tries to engage him with things that he deems ‘wholesome’. Initially worried about Max’s attempts at hitchhiking and general lack of respect towards his father, Goofy begins to trust his son. Goofy explains how lucky Max has it, mentioning how he was abused physically and emotionally by his father. Those few scenes showing Goofy’s abuse as a child are uncomfortable and disturbing even by Lynch’s standards. For a brief moment, Max seems to understand. Slowly those images of Max dying fried out of his mind on meth in some abandoned building fade away.

                But this proves to be an illusion. Max becomes better able to deal with his father as he changes the course of the trip. Instead of going to places that only Goofy would enjoy, the compromising that Goofy does brings his son back into contact with drugs again. The hardness of the drugs and the relief they provide allow Max to cope with the aggravation of being Goofy’s son. And after Goofy foolishly makes Max the navigator, real trouble begins to ensue, though Goofy does not realize it.

                Chance encounters with his good friend Pete make Goofy more aware of what is going on. Pete explains the danger of the gangs that Max is indebted to, and that Goofy should just let his son go. Goofy find this hard to believe and has a small tantrum in the car. It is only after seeing the altered map heading to one of the largest drug regions of the US that he is convinced his son continued to head down the wrong path.

                Sadly, the confrontation happens too late. As he tries to talk some sense into his son, the son violently tries to force the car into oncoming traffic. Pulling a knife on his own father, Goofy is forced to drive to the California drug den. Upon arrival Max foolishly puts up his own father as collateral since he doesn’t have any actual money. While under the gang’s possession, they perform sadistic electrocution experiments on him. Max starts to laugh as he sees his father being brutally tortured. 

                Goofy begins to fade away. As the last bolts of electricity pump through him, he sees that picture of a golden field of wheat. Slowly his body hits the ground for the last time. Max realizes what he has done but by then it is too late. 

                I was shocked at how powerful a movie this is. The depictions of the various locations where Max gets his fix are startling: the back alley of a 7/11, a Burger King bathroom, a used Car Salesman’s office, etc. Each one of these represents the vast amount of corruption going on in America. Lynch explained that this movie helped him to “purge those demons” from his body and allowed him to focus on more positive endeavors. After seeing it, you will currently understand.

Did “The Thong Song” embody the ethos of the Clinton era?


The Hipster Grifter, a shot of class.
Ah, the Clinton Era. What a great time it was to be alive under one of the most laissez-faire politicians known to man. He interfered in so little, let business do its thing, and generally a great time was had by all. Especially during his period with an unnamed intern who changed the world forever. 

Communism had been defeated. The internet came about and increased productivity. Even the economy grew so fast that a group of people known as the “middle class” still existed. Obviously this happened before the economy tanked hard after Bush’s tenure and real incomes (for the vast majority of America) stopped experiencing any actual growth.

Life could not have been better. Sure, the Republicans tried clamping down on this happy atmosphere by accusing Clinton of improper relations with an intern. But having parental advisories for the news backfired. Watching the news for more improper conduct became a national pastime, and gave Saturday Night Live a new lease on life. Children learned more about what college would be like through NBC news with Tom Brokaw (via explaining sexual techniques and stained dresses). 

That’s where “The Thong Song” came from. Sisqo decided to write a tasteful, respectful song about women’s undergarments and his love for them. Keeping up with the delicate sensibilities he demanded, he decided to make the music video an understated affair, only showing about 800 different women in the video in stages of undress. Originally his benefactors wanted 3,000, but Sisqo convinced them of the importance of letting him do “his art”. His art consisted of different close-ups of women’s asses of various sizes and plumpness. 

Class reeked from the song itself, complete with a beautiful orchestra made of people who needed to pay rent by the end of the week. Together, they embodied the positive spirit that was about to leave the great country of the US of A. Clinton would be leaving this plain of existence, moving to a level so high that he could talk to Kim Jong Il whenever he felt like it and unlimited use of various pornographers’ private jets.

What happened after that golden era of the thong song was brutal. No longer could songs be written with the deliberate intent of being “ironic”. Instead, everybody started taking themselves seriously, since we were at war. Vice Presidents became more interesting than the Presidents they served under (Bush was boring, Cheney was entertaining). 

Many rued the day that the “Thong Song” lost its popularity. How could any other artist hope to do the thong justice the way Sisqo did? Who else could create an entire song based purely on a suggestive undergarment?  Sisqo couldn’t even bring his art back up, after dedicating an entire album to advertising IPODs, cell phones, and whatever else held the imagination of little children. Later he ended up being a lawyer in Miami specializing in sexual harassment cases.

Really it is disappointing how technology has replaced our desire with “thongs” for “3G networks”. Perhaps one day a new sun will shine on America and remind it of wholesome tongue-in-cheek lewdness. We can only hope.