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.…

Enigmatic. Unique. Encapsulating. Visionary. Hysterical. Horrifying. Surreal. Depressing. Joyous. Phenomenal. Ambitious. One of a kind.

I could continue for hours attempting to come up with adjectives to fully describe Twin Peaks, but it would be impossible. These are the first few that have come to my mind as I spent the last month immersing myself in that little town of Twin Peaks in Washington state. 
Lost was my favorite television show for a long while, and it was due to the mind boggling nature of the entire show. Every episode seemingly raised more questions than answers, and rather than be angrily confused, I took on the challenge of attempting to answer these questions, and it only made the experience of…

Enigmatic. Unique. Encapsulating. Visionary. Hysterical. Horrifying. Surreal. Depressing. Joyous. Phenomenal. Ambitious. One of a kind.

I could continue for hours attempting to come up with adjectives to fully describe Twin Peaks, but it would be impossible. These are the first few that have come to my mind as I spent the last month immersing myself in that little town of Twin Peaks in Washington state. 
Lost was my favorite television show for a long while, and it was due to the mind boggling nature of the entire show. Every episode seemingly raised more questions than answers, and rather than be angrily confused, I took on the challenge of attempting to answer these questions, and it only made the experience of…

Over on the Twin Peaks Facebook group that I frequent, I've jokingly asked how soon after the conclusion will we all disband and go our separate ways. While I'm sure many will leave and posts will become less frequent, I doubt any of us will stop thinking about The Return any time soon. There is so much to dissect and so much that is still open to interpretation. This series contains multitudes. It's a Joycean work so immense and thick with allusion that it is certain to launch a thousand academic ships. It's about film, it's about television, it's about America, it's about trauma, it's about men and women, it's about nostalgia, it's about aging, it's about death, it's about…