Twin Peaks: a love letter
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tzikeh: she'd make me a Twin Peaks icon, and I'd post about why Tw.P was my first fandom. Well, she made the icon (actually, she made two, and I have another from katallison), and I'm making the post.
The two season run of Tw.P coincided with my last two years of high school. It wasn't the first show I'd enjoyed, but it was the first show about which my level of obsession reached the heights currently occupied by Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I did not miss a single episode of Tw.P; I speculated and theorized; I cut pictures of Kyle Maclachlan out of the newspaper. I was and remain deeply traumatized by the series finale, the most viscerally upsetting five minutes I have ever seen on a television screen. (Somewhere in this LJ I've posted about that, but be damned if I can find it. Or maybe it was in a reply in someone else's LJ? *sigh*)
So why did I love Twin Peaks?
1. Crush the size of Montana on Kyle Maclachlan.
2. Tremendous fondness for the particular brand of morbid/goofy humor that Tw.P specialized in.
3. The cast. Everybody. The way they delivered their lines--the lines they had to deliver.
4. Plot. Like BtVS only more so, because more tightly. almost incestuously interconnected. Nothing ever gets forgotten; nothing ever disappears quietly never to be seen again. It all comes circling around and back around and back around again.
5. The way Lynch handled his ensemble cast, where not every episode featured every character, but over a span of episodes, you'd get to check in with everyone and find out what Donna was up to and what twisted thing Leo was plotting, whether Josie and Harry were going to get it on or not, the fucked-uppedness of James ... All interweaving in this completely fascinating fugal fashion.
6. The idea of the Black Lodge and the way it gets handled.
7. Dale Cooper. There's nothing quite like him in anything else I've ever seen.
8. For its entire two year run, the show just kept getting weirder and weirder. Every time I thought, Well, that's it, there's no more weirdness left to find, be damned if the next week David Lynch didn't prove me wrong. And the sensation the development of the plot gave, that we were diving deeper and deeper. Every time you thought you thought things were the worst/weirdest they could get, you discovered you were standing on a trap door, and Lynch was about to drop you down to a whole new level. The series finale is of course the ultimate example: just when we thought we were out of the woods (so to speak), Cooper goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror.
9. The way that nobody (not even Cooper) was entirely transparent. Men and women alike, everybody was hiding something, everyone had motives they didn't want to talk about.
10. The mood. Tw.P was, I think, the moodiest show I've ever watched--not in the sense of melancholy, but in the sense of every scene being permeated by this absolutely recognizable feel. Like prose style. The X-Files came close, but it didn't have the consistency that Tw.P did. BtVS also has a style, but that style isn't quite as off-kilter and distinctive as Tw.P's.
11. Following on from #9 and #10: The simultaneous sense of alienation and passionate empathy. The characters on Tw.P were all remarkably opaque, and yet I loved them. Not all of them, but even the completely hateful, dysfunctional triangle of Bobby-Shelly-Leo was something I cared about.
12. The constant fascination of what was going to happen next. Narrative tension like no other.
13. Nobody was safe. Nothing was safe. The territory was treacherous.
tzikeh: she'd make me a Twin Peaks icon, and I'd post about why Tw.P was my first fandom. Well, she made the icon (actually, she made two, and I have another from katallison), and I'm making the post.The two season run of Tw.P coincided with my last two years of high school. It wasn't the first show I'd enjoyed, but it was the first show about which my level of obsession reached the heights currently occupied by Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I did not miss a single episode of Tw.P; I speculated and theorized; I cut pictures of Kyle Maclachlan out of the newspaper. I was and remain deeply traumatized by the series finale, the most viscerally upsetting five minutes I have ever seen on a television screen. (Somewhere in this LJ I've posted about that, but be damned if I can find it. Or maybe it was in a reply in someone else's LJ? *sigh*)
So why did I love Twin Peaks?
1. Crush the size of Montana on Kyle Maclachlan.
2. Tremendous fondness for the particular brand of morbid/goofy humor that Tw.P specialized in.
3. The cast. Everybody. The way they delivered their lines--the lines they had to deliver.
4. Plot. Like BtVS only more so, because more tightly. almost incestuously interconnected. Nothing ever gets forgotten; nothing ever disappears quietly never to be seen again. It all comes circling around and back around and back around again.
5. The way Lynch handled his ensemble cast, where not every episode featured every character, but over a span of episodes, you'd get to check in with everyone and find out what Donna was up to and what twisted thing Leo was plotting, whether Josie and Harry were going to get it on or not, the fucked-uppedness of James ... All interweaving in this completely fascinating fugal fashion.
6. The idea of the Black Lodge and the way it gets handled.
7. Dale Cooper. There's nothing quite like him in anything else I've ever seen.
8. For its entire two year run, the show just kept getting weirder and weirder. Every time I thought, Well, that's it, there's no more weirdness left to find, be damned if the next week David Lynch didn't prove me wrong. And the sensation the development of the plot gave, that we were diving deeper and deeper. Every time you thought you thought things were the worst/weirdest they could get, you discovered you were standing on a trap door, and Lynch was about to drop you down to a whole new level. The series finale is of course the ultimate example: just when we thought we were out of the woods (so to speak), Cooper goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror.
9. The way that nobody (not even Cooper) was entirely transparent. Men and women alike, everybody was hiding something, everyone had motives they didn't want to talk about.
10. The mood. Tw.P was, I think, the moodiest show I've ever watched--not in the sense of melancholy, but in the sense of every scene being permeated by this absolutely recognizable feel. Like prose style. The X-Files came close, but it didn't have the consistency that Tw.P did. BtVS also has a style, but that style isn't quite as off-kilter and distinctive as Tw.P's.
11. Following on from #9 and #10: The simultaneous sense of alienation and passionate empathy. The characters on Tw.P were all remarkably opaque, and yet I loved them. Not all of them, but even the completely hateful, dysfunctional triangle of Bobby-Shelly-Leo was something I cared about.
12. The constant fascination of what was going to happen next. Narrative tension like no other.
13. Nobody was safe. Nothing was safe. The territory was treacherous.
