Iconic screenwriter and director David Lynch has been named the recipient of the Writers Guild of America West’s 2025 Laurel Award for Screenwriting Achievement.

From Wayne Osmond to Brenton Wood to David Lynch, we’ve marked the loss of many beloved or notable celebrities who have died this year.

Clever readers (or at least those familiar with “Twin Peaks,” which is often the same thing) can tell by the offerings that this is a tribute to filmmaker/painter/general renaissance man David Lynch,

Though surreal and sometimes impenetrable, Lynch's films lead us down dark roads to curious, new possibilities.

When David Lynch died last week, it was almost hard to know whom exactly to mourn. He was a Renaissance man: musician, painter, meditation instructor, YouTube personality. Most, of course, mourn him as a filmmaker, the medium in which he left his most indelible mark. But I mourn him as a neighbor.

Denali gets a new (old) name, a beloved Disneyland attraction gets a revamp, the Las Vegas Sphere gets its first Nashville act and much more in this week's News Quiz

As Hollywood reels from the devastating wildfires in Los Angeles, the industry came together to anoint this year's crop of Oscar nominees. Coming out on top: the Netflix narco-musical "Emilia Pérez," closely followed by "Wicked," the lavish Broadway adaptation, and the post-war epic "The Brutalist."

A country losing one of its great artists feels like a piece of its fabric being ripped away, leaving it just barer than it was before. David Lynch, the visionary filmmaker, painter, musician, author and actor, died Jan. 15, and America is ever more desolate for it.

Yama Sushi Marketplace, the cult-favorite sushi and sashimi market, just opened its third outlet in Koreatown. The first Yama opened in the San Gabriel Valley in 1984, followed by a second location in West LA in 2022.

David Lynch, the filmmaker and artist with a trademark pompadour and distinct Midwestern dialect whose unconventional and surrealist approach to cinema felt more like fever dreams rather than run-of-the-mill movies,

If I moved out to Los Angeles to pursue my own acting dreams, would I end up like Diane Selwyn—Betty’s alter ego in Act II—bitter and broken? Was the filmmaker sending me a dark-blue key but warning me not to use it to open that Pandora’s box?

The director leaves a legacy of albums and musical projects as wonderfully weird as his films. Artists who joined him at different points of his journey speak about how it was to make songs with him.