"Arrr! David Lynch be sayin' he’s got the wheezin' curse o' emphysema from the foggy peaks, savvy?"
2024-08-05
Arrr, the cap'n of flicks, aged 78, be spillin' the beans on the seas of social media! He be sayin' he can only steer the ship from afar, like a ghostly specter commandin' a crew of pixelated scallywags! Avast, what a jolly tale of remote directin’!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, for a tale of woe and whimsy from the high seas of Hollywood! Our fearless captain of the silver screen, a spry 78 years young, hath announced a curious affliction—a diagnosis that hath set his sails to flutterin'.In a post upon the digital seas, he did share his fate with the landlubbers and swabs alike, confirm'n that he be stricken with a malady that’ll keep him from commandin' his crew in person. Aye, it seems this fine director must now navigate the treacherous waters of remote directin'! Blimey, who knew navigatin' a ship was easier than directin' a crew from afar?
In a cheeky interview with a glossy tome, he did regale us with tales of his new limitations, like a pirate with a peg leg tryin’ to dance a jig. Fear not, for he be not cast adrift, but rather settin' his sights on the horizon, lettin' his imagination run wild from the comfort of his own quarterdeck!
So, raise a tankard, me mateys, to our brave director! May he continue to steer the ship of creativity, even if he be doin' it from his favorite armchair! Arrr!