After the death of visionary filmmaker David Lynch this week, the Sunday independent’s Barry Egan recalls a most unusual afternoon in his company.
Director David Lynch poses with the Golden Lion award for lifetime achievement at the Venice Film Festival September 6, 2006. REUTERS/Fabrizio Bensch/File Photo
There was no food. Only coffee for two hours.
The famous Dublin restaurant, now gone like the great man himself, didn’t have long dark hallways, or sudden doors that opened into rooms threaded with laser beams and strange looking people appearing out of the shadows. No backwards-talking dwarfs or the fizz and flicker of electrics, or doors that lead out into fields with severed ears.
