Kind of torn on this one. On one hand it's weird as hell and brilliant and clearly the singular vision or at least almost singular vision of David Lynch, whose Mulholland Drive has slowly become one of my favorite movies and one that only gets better the more time I spend away from it. And like Mulholland Drive, this one's split into two very distinct parts, and the ending is just nightmarish, and I respect that.
But also, kind of importantly - what the fuck? And this is sort of my thing with Twin Peaks in general, I guess. I love how weird and uncompromised and specific it is, but at the same time I can't tell if I actually like it all that much. Eh. Time to give the third season a go and find out.
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