There’s a lingering ache in the hearts of David Lynch fans — the kind that comes not from disappointment, but from a future we were cruelly denied. Lynch’s long-rumored final project, “Unrecorded Night,” now feels more like a ghost. And despite recent murmurs that the screenplay may eventually be published — possibly even novelized — nothing can replace the cinematic experience that could’ve been. Not with Lynch at the helm.
Speaking to A Rabbit’s Foot, Sabrina Sutherland, David Lynch’s longtime producer, confirms “Unrecorded Night,” which was going to be re-pitched to Netflix, was the best thing Lynch had ever written:
I’ll say this: It was probably the best thing he ever did. It was a culmination of a lot of things. We worked on this for over two years in terms of writing, and we were still writing up until the point he passed away. We were getting ready to go back to Netflix because he had re-envisioned some things about it, and it had morphed into something even better than it was. I hope that one day people will be able to experience it in some way.
Netflix once circled the project, but anyone paying attention knows the truth cuts deeper. The project had been in motion for years. The scripts were ready. The crew was lined up. Lynch himself had reportedly prepped everything. Laura Dern, Naomi Watts and Kyle MacLachlan were going to star. But instead of backing it when it mattered most, Netflix sat on their hands — until time simply ran out.
Then, in the aftermath of Lynch’s death, Netflix Co-CEO Ted Sarandos had the audacity to suggest the project was just about to happen. As if the five years they squandered weren’t the very reason it never did. It’s revisionist history at its most corporate and insulting.
What stings most is the weight of the project itself. If The Return was the culmination of Lynch’s artistic vision, this untitled script was said to be the next, possibly final, evolution of it. Sure, a young filmmaker deeply influenced by Lynch might one day attempt to adapt it. There’s hope in that idea. A kind of passing of the torch. But there’s also the inescapable truth: no one else could have seen it the way David would. No one else was David Lynch.
We may get the words. We may get the blueprint. But the film — the experience — is gone. And it didn’t have to be.