Exactly, which does what it says on the 'tin'. Blue Velvet, for all its bizarreness, is simple to understand also. That Lynch completely nails those feelings of confusion and unease that drench our dreams and nightmares via startling imagery, characters and sequences is, for me, what makes him a great director and what made Inland Empire one of the greatest cinema experiences of my life thus far (the one-off setting of Gateshead Town Hall with supremely comfy sofas followed by a walk through heavy fog back to Newcastle discussing the film admittedly enhanced events, but it was a match made in heaven/limbo). Let's call for filmmaking to be standardised, eh? 1 hour 40 minutes of running time will do; ban symbolism, allegory and all that other abstract nonsense; stick dear David on a freight train to the Kamchatka tundra with nowt but a flask of his own branded coffee and a 20 pack of Lambert & Butler. Dear me.