Twin Peaks finally premieres tonight. I’m so excited I could plotz! (Quick, name the TV show that line comes from.)
I know it won’t be as stunning as the original premiere was; there’s no way to recreate the experience again. And with so many of the original cast members having moved on from this plane–and so many new characters–it’s bound to be different. Not to mention the fact that Lynch isn’t going to be constrained by broadcast network standards; he gets to play in the big boy premium cable sandbox. But I’m hopeful this will be as good as anything else David Lynch has done. I’m hoping he stays with the psychological mind games bordering that made so many of his films and the original series so intriguing and wonderfully baffling. But mostly, I’m hoping I get to spend time in that wonderful, weird, eerie town again. I’ve missed it so.
I just watched David Lynch’s Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, the 1992 prequel to his brilliant television show. The film’s ostensible story is the telling of what happened in the days just before Laura Palmer’s death. It’s real story is a human soul and mind in disintegration, of the hidden dangers lurking just beneath the seemingly normal exterior of the human psyche. One of the things I enjoy most about Lynch’s work is their deliberate interiority, the way the line between what is real and imagined is blurred into non-existence. It’s difficult to tell the difference between things that happen in the physical world, the so-called “real” world, and the things that happen in the minds of his characters. It’s a very real possibility that there is no “real” world in Lynch’s films, just an extended dream sequence meant to represent the darkest thoughts, desires, and nightmares of human beings. In short, this is one weird movie.
This song from the soundtrack of Fire Walk With Me is definitely cut from the same cloth as the film. David Lynch wrote the lyrics, Angelo Badalamenti the music. And like everything else Lynch has his hands on, there is a sense of unreality to this song. It’s unmoored from context or genre. Jazzy but not quite Jazz. Spoken, not quite sung. It reminds of Pere Ubu or the Residents. Or Was Not Was’ great “Dad, I’m in Jail.” I googled the name of the band listed as the performer, but there doesn’t seem to be any information on Thought Gang; most of the hits related to a novel of the same name by Tibor Fischer. That seems appropriate.
It’s also totally appropriate that this clip simply uses the empty red room from Special Agent Dale Cooper’s dreams. And Laura Palmer’s dreams. And the Black Lodge. You won’t know what any of this means unless you’ve seen Twin Peaks. I’m not sure you’ll understand this post at all unless you’ve seen Twin Peaks. I highly recommend both the TV show and the movie, and pretty much every other movie David Lynch has made. He’s one of my favorite filmmakers, although I admit to not having seen several of his films; I think he’d like that. I am positively vibrating in anticipation of the new Twin Peaks episodes premiering in May. I’ve been watching whatever they air on Showtime in preparation for the return to one of my favorite imaginary places. But then again, isn’t every place in Lynch’s world imaginary?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a sudden craving for cherry pie.
There is a god, and he/she/it loves me very, very much.
When I read this morning that there would be a continuation of the brilliant Twin Peaks, I almost squeed in delight. (Almost, because squeeing doesn’t quite fit in with the universe created by this surreal TV show. Click here for the full article at Variety.) I am soooooo looking forward to this. And because it’s going to be on Showtime, David Lynch and Mark Frost will have a little more leeway than they did with network television back in the 90s, which could be really, really good. Or it could be gratuitously gory and/or naked. We’ll just have to wait a little over a year to find out.
God, I wish it was 2016 right now!
I’m excited. Can you tell I’m excited?