As you watch more American indies from the 80's you realize that Lynch's late 80's and early 90's style (from Blue Velvet (1986) through Twin Peaks (1990) to Wild at Heart (1990)) was not one of a kind at this point in history. Maybe Lynch was more a part of an aesthetic formed by a subversive countercultural zeitgeist appropriating white "Americana" aesthetics, and maybe you can even call it "a movement", though not coherent in any way. Instead it was…
How a documentary on pottery can be an almost religious experience is beyond me.
I suppose the 'magic' of pottery is the notion of temporality which lies in the very act of turning the pot. Among many other things it also raises questions of archeology and origin and the relationship between materiality, labor and art.
This is one of the most beautiful object-centered films I've ever seen. It may be because it's still so humane and warm.