by Michael Nordine
My Twin Peaks experience began years ago, but for whatever reason it took me three separate attempts to make it past the reveal of Laura Palmer’s murderer. As I’m sure many have before me, I stopped watching shortly thereafter. Then, motivated by the prospect of the movie, I finally finished the series (which drastically improves near the end of the second season) a couple months ago and watched Fire Walk with Me immediately after the final episode. I’ve yet to fully reconcile the dark-but-quirky vibe of the series with the utterly despairing tone of the film but, insofar as it represents a sort of justice for its catalytic character, it feels like a project that needed to be made—and not just to provide resolution for the show’s many loose ends, which Lynch doesn't bother with anyway. There isn’t much catharsis either, but a little goes a long way in a place as bleak as Twin Peaks apparently always was.