In a train station booth, a cop interviews a murder suspect. The cop is David Lynch and the suspect is a monkey. They smoke and talk in dialogue that often doesn't make sense but yet somehow holds together. It is essentially the type of film that you expect it to be if you've seen anything from David Lynch - and it is the type of film that will annoy you if you haven't seen his work, or if you dislike him.
I do not mean that to come over to suggest that those that 'get it' are better than those that don't like it - not at all, mainly because there is nothing here to 'get'. Rather, if you like his offbeat style and tone, then this is a pleasing little short because of how it enjoys itself by being that way. The old 1940's style to the look is nice, but it is the dialogue that engaged and amused; at times it is too silly to stand, but it holds together well and provides just enough frame for the absurdity not to collapse the film inwards. There isn't more to it than that; no great narrative or commentary, just David Lynch doing what he enjoys and producing the sort of oddity that I like from him.
I do not mean that to come over to suggest that those that 'get it' are better than those that don't like it - not at all, mainly because there is nothing here to 'get'. Rather, if you like his offbeat style and tone, then this is a pleasing little short because of how it enjoys itself by being that way. The old 1940's style to the look is nice, but it is the dialogue that engaged and amused; at times it is too silly to stand, but it holds together well and provides just enough frame for the absurdity not to collapse the film inwards. There isn't more to it than that; no great narrative or commentary, just David Lynch doing what he enjoys and producing the sort of oddity that I like from him.