While I can't claim to have been a major fan – I was born long after Twin Peaks ceased to be relevant – Lynch's
Rabbits web series scared the absolute F out of me when I discovered it as a kid. If you've never seen it, it's like a bizarre dubbed-over children's program imported from another dimension... all the characters say things that are theoretically understandable, but make no sense in relation to one another. The show is creepy enough on its own, but when the
really koo-koo stuff starts happening, your defences are already down, and it becomes truly nightmarish. Highly, highly recommend it... but maybe don't watch it in the dark.
Honestly, though, I really just liked ol' Lynchy-poo as a human being. He seemed like a really passionate, intelligent individual that was absolutely self-aware of how his work must have come off to other people. Rather than smugly condescend to them about the "right" meaning of his material, though, he encouraged their own interpretations and carefully fostered doubt and suspicion, which all the best mystery filmmakers do.
Despite making a bunch of weird stuff with vague overtones, I don't think anyone could ever call him "pretentious". The man was a regular cast member on The buggering Cleveland Show, for chrissakes – he clearly felt it was OK to not take this stuff too seriously, except when it deserved it.
I'll miss him. He was cool. He did seem a little out-of-place in a post-analog world, but keeping a few threads connected to the past isn't inherently a bad thing. It really sucks that I'll never get to hear about his next crazy project... it's such a sadness.