Could the weather be more unusual? When one listens to the weather report in the voice of David Lynch, yes. There is something in the director that invariably makes everything he touches become strange. In his brief weather reports, of no more than 30 seconds, the director glances at the sky from his studio and simply tells us what he sees.

For many years in the 2000s, Lynch often published these reports from his house in Los Angeles. Perhaps he found something genuinely surreal about the California climate, which is almost always exactly the same: “blue skies, golden sun, a gentle breeze.” But the best thing is listening to how he takes advantage of meteorology – that queen of metaphors – to insert a touch of daily poetry: “Golden sunlight, quiet, everything is very still… 52°F, 11°C.”

We know that the weather, like no other phenomenon, almost always means something else. But here Lynch’s passionate introspection when he looks out his window, perhaps for three seconds, infects metaphors with something refreshingly childlike. Then he ends his report with the scientific information in Fahrenheit and Celsius. An excellent ending to return us to reality.

If we think of the outrageous kinds of moral manipulation that we suffer at the hands of videos, films, movies or any audiovisual medium today, this is its lightweight counterpart, and we warn you that it could become a little addictive.

Now, here is Lynch with the weather…

Could the weather be more unusual? When one listens to the weather report in the voice of David Lynch, yes. There is something in the director that invariably makes everything he touches become strange. In his brief weather reports, of no more than 30 seconds, the director glances at the sky from his studio and simply tells us what he sees.

For many years in the 2000s, Lynch often published these reports from his house in Los Angeles. Perhaps he found something genuinely surreal about the California climate, which is almost always exactly the same: “blue skies, golden sun, a gentle breeze.” But the best thing is listening to how he takes advantage of meteorology – that queen of metaphors – to insert a touch of daily poetry: “Golden sunlight, quiet, everything is very still… 52°F, 11°C.”

We know that the weather, like no other phenomenon, almost always means something else. But here Lynch’s passionate introspection when he looks out his window, perhaps for three seconds, infects metaphors with something refreshingly childlike. Then he ends his report with the scientific information in Fahrenheit and Celsius. An excellent ending to return us to reality.

If we think of the outrageous kinds of moral manipulation that we suffer at the hands of videos, films, movies or any audiovisual medium today, this is its lightweight counterpart, and we warn you that it could become a little addictive.

Now, here is Lynch with the weather…

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