Was there another image that perfectly encapsulated the experience of living through 2017 than Charlene Yi dragging herself across a bar floor, slowly breaking down until she unleashes a primal scream that eventually fades into nothingness? Twin Peaks was less film or television, but moreso something born of alchemy. A tragedy written in a holy text that reshaped our conceptions of what cinema could be while circling back to the life of the girl whose death is where it all began. If Fire Walk With Me gave the cinematic dead girl a voice then the newest incarnation of Twin Peaks made her a deity. Despite all its grandiose moments, and there were many, Twin Peaks is the story of one…

And somewhere west of the phantom’s home remained the only shell of skin capable of remembering their wasteland. Burning a hole into the fabric of the past, the shell attempted to forget, but was met only with souvenirs of nostalgia that brought its efforts to a halt. Chilled by the frigid air, it wandered east across an expanse of drying land feeling the assault of the wind more powerfully than most days. Darkness crept out from beyond the clouds and stole away the residue of the light. Exhausted, the shell sunk into itself and fought the sounds and voices and vibrations that sought to keep it awake. Finally it slept and felt all things venomous at a distance, still, innocuous.…

This is the pinnacle of television.
This renders the format of television useless.
How long is it gonna be until something blows this out of the water?
Lynch is getting on I hope he’s got another one of these inside of him.
It took people 25 years to understand the original run of TP and I’m sure there’s questions in The Return that will take just as much time to work out.
I missed Harry Truman. That’s really all I can complain about.
I’m gonna miss the Mitchum Brothers.
Although the Vegas storyline was Lynch tipping his cap (and sticking his finger up) to modern television and possibly the work of Quentin Tarantino it grabbed me like the original soap…