Review: Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992), directed by David Lynch
I am not sure I even feel qualified to review Twin Peaks, Fire Walk With Me or otherwise. It explores some of the Black Lodge mythos of the TV series, and gives some backstory of Laura’s descent from nice hometown girl to the wreck that was murdered by (spoiler) her father while possessed of an entity named Bob, who actually wanted to take her over instead. It adds new characters, and ties the whole series of murders to a larger history.
Lynch, however, would rather things be more opaque rather than more clear. The film is dream-like, even the ordinary slice-of-life bits Lynch always includes as contrast (Blue Velvet, for example, opened with that montage of Lumberton as a wholesome, American town).
I dunno. Frankly, I am just going to heat up some garmonbozia and eat it with butter and pepper, and go on thinking of the works of David Lynch as a mystery it is fun to pursue, but which can never be solved.
This is Scix in the Back Row, slurping garmonbozia.