SPOILER ALERT: there might be spoilers in this.
– the nightmare never really ends, time is anything it wants to be, reality may be actively working against you; these are the sentiments I take away from season three of “Twin Peaks,” an eighteen hour tapestry that’s as frustrating as it is arresting and interesting; if you agree life is more about the journey than the destination, hop in, because we might end up at the DMV
– ask me why the original “Twin Peaks” strikes a chord with so many viewers and I’ll theorize it lies in the even braiding of various fascinating strands: the inherent kitsch of Anytown, U.S.A., the seamy underbelly of Anytown, U.S.A., the Pacific Northwest’s foggy weirdness, a police procedural, and a bevy of legitimately intriguing townies; “Peaks ’17” skews that balance as scores of principle characters and their stories are pushed aside for jaunts with new cast members, lengthy views into unsettling paranormal screen savers, or bizarre non-moments; the art to be found in the sequence where Robert Forster makes a 15 minute Skype call in real time is the lack of art
– David Lynch is critic-proof, of course; perhaps the only way his fans would cry foul is if he’d done anything conventional for the new “Twin Peaks”; that said, the decision to bury our hero, Agent Dale Cooper, in a doppelgänger story line wherein he is not himself at all for the majority of the season while relegating our other beloved icon Audrey Horne to a handful of similarly out-of-character sequences comes across in some ways as cruel (especially if this is in fact the last “Peaks” ever, as Lynch has suggested); it feels like maybe we’re being punished for enjoying these people too much
– don’t worry, we spent plenty of time with Lucy and Andy; you’ll be happy to know they’ve somehow become even stupider
– the game is afoot from the first episode, after a character declares that very unpopular “Peaks” staple James Hurley has “always been cool”; David Lynch has seen your “fuck James Hurley” memes
– when fans say “Twin Peaks: The Return” is unlike anything on television, they’re correct; it trusts its audience implicitly, assuming from them a specific brand of loyalty and intelligence; also, many of the aforementioned journeys into unexplained realms are uniquely hypnotic; the program may vex you but it’s rarely boring to look at, even when a guy is just sweeping a floor
– the remark has been made that, thanks to his role in this, Jim is now the Belushi with the more revered body of work; this is only because season three of “Twin Peaks” is longer than all of John Belushi’s films combined
– the final two episodes introduce a few wonderful and brilliantly conclusive ideas, only to pull them back and present something else; Lynch is as Lynch does, and that itself may be the true point of this coffee soaked exercise
– there are some wigs in this thing, hoo boy; Spirit Halloween shoulda been thanked in the credits; to be fair, I don’t know how to make a wig (I also don’t know how to make prestige television)
– at eighteen hours you’d think they would have found room to throw in Bill Pullman wailin’ on a saxophone but no such luck; at least we get (the) Nine Inch Nails and Edward Louis Vedder Severson
A: Y’all probably think I make these questions up in some weird narcissistic game, but they’re all based on true life events. My roommate blurted this out last night, oddly enough, as part of a response to a query I had about his Ghostbusters fandom. Welcome to Pop Culture: The Florida Condo.
No, I’m not shocked that “Twin Peaks” is returning, at all. If you browse Tumblr for more than five seconds you can see this show (along with “X Files”) has managed to captivate a whole new generation of people who crave somber weirdos, damaged beauties, and Jack Nance (who was a little of both). David Lynch has probably always hoped for some kind of do-over on that last “TP” season. What better time than now? It is 25 years after that lady said that thing in the dream. Also, “The Cleveland Show” got cancelled.
It’ll be interesting to see what they do. “Twin Peaks” was one of the first “adult” shows I watched, or was allowed to watch. I’m not sure I understood how odd it was, comparatively speaking, but I enjoyed it because it was a crime drama. There was a point, and they made it captivating (even when it got kinda dumb toward the end). “Northern Exposure,” on the other hand…did they spin that series out of a Folger’s commercial?
If the new “Twin Peaks” is terrible I have dibs on the headline “AGENT FAIL COOPER.” Alternate: “THERE’S A SHIT IN THE PERCOLATOR!”
Not bad, huh? According to the artist, this work is intended for an exhibit that will celebrate Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me.