I was watching this very scene (above) from INLAND EMPIRE last night - what with the blue window, the yellow curtain, the orange easy chair, the swampy shag carpet, and the walls the color of circus peanuts (below) - and thinking that Jerry Lewis's one true successor as a director is David Lynch, and not just in the furnishings department (there's also the career-long obsession of both men with doppelgangers - the splitting and gradual shifting of identities - and their shared tendency to aggressively distort and disrupt cinematic grammar, alienating segments of their audiences). By the way, would someone please get on the stick and tell David Lynch to cast Jerry Lewis in a movie? He would put the old pro to good use, I think.
