Rabbits (2002)'s activity

I adore this. It reminds me of the painting style of Giorgio de Chirico, in that it manages to make absolute horror out of fairly mundane absurdity, not by any actual discernible 'horror' in the obvious sense, but purely by the stylistic choices made - the disjointed text, the chaotic notion of time, the jarring setting of the 1960s 'family sitcom' but starred by people in rabbit suits, the unremitting assault of industrial sounds (very reminscent of Eraserhead), the inappropriately timed laughter, and of course - all culminates in this wonderfully oppressive feeling of total alienation and alterity which is Lynch's chief trademark.

tl,dr; I actually think this is one of Lynch's best works. It totally creeps me out in the best way possible.