In a house near the Hollywood Hills, a silver-haired man of 65 picks up a guitar. Later, he will paint. He may grind a little coffee. But whatever he's doing, none of it is likely to involve anything even vaguely resembling the making of a feature film. This man is David Lynch ' and that particular lack of activity is now, according to a more-or-less reputable source, permanent. The world's greatest living director appears to have quit the job.
The "more-or-less reputable source" suggests to me that this isn't exactly concrete, but it's still kind of evident anyway. I hope IE isn't his last feature.