Twin Peaks

Is this not one of the best tv intros ever? So stark and beautiful. (And any intro that opens with a thrush is going to win points with me.)

"Twin Peaks," the wonderful David Lynch early 90s tv show, has swallowed up our evenings for the last week and a half. B got the complete series on DVD (a sweet set that came out last year) for Christmas, and we've been working our way through a few episodes per night.

Anyone else remember Twin Peaks? It was all the rage at the time, and Sandya and I were big fans. David Lynch, the surrealist director whose interests include dreams, fragmented perspectives, dwarves and giants, dancing, and the color red, created this dark, soapy murder drama (he along with some dude named Mark Frost). "Who killed Laura Palmer?" Remember that?

Anyway, the atmosphere of Twin Peaks has penetrated our lives, to the extent that on Monday Brian threw caution (re his incompetent sphincter) to the wind and drank a cup of potentially irritating coffee, and today we bought donuts (Berliners, to be precise) to enjoy with our nightly viewing. Priya, donuts?!

In the past several years, I've come to really love David Lynch's films. Mulholland Dr is one of my favorite movies, even though my initial reaction to the film was one of confused disgust at the pompous windbag who would make such an unintelligible film. (Thanks for decoding, Carl!) I find Lynch compelling in a way I can't really articulate - even his mistakes are interesting.

And speaking of his mistakes, we're a bit over halfway through the series now. At this point in 1990-91, the ratings had dropped and the studio was putting pressure on Lynch and Frost, and the show keeps threatening to lose the plot. But it's still great - and I've gotta say, it makes a lot more sense than it did when I was 11.