If you’re into non-sequiturs, existential angst or having a creeping hand of dread gently caress you in all your secret places, you’ll adore David Lynch’s Rabbits.
Filmed in 2002, Rabbits is a brooding work of art that only Lynch could call a sitcom with a straight face. Over the course of 45 minutes, Lynch, through the use of disjointed dialogue presented by three humanoid rabbits, oppressive lighting, a laugh track, demonic visitations and a haunting musical score by Angelo Badalamenti, manages to outdo all of the nightmares that I’ve ever been a part of… with the possible exception of those three days I spent in Burgos hopped up on painkillers, orange Fanta and gin.
I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk about that one, yet.