I just got the Definitive Gold Box for the holidays, and I'm both excited and wary.
Back in the age of dinosaurs, before Tivo and DVD, I tried my damnedest to be home each week for Twin Peaks. I was fascinated by the show - alternately confused, elated, frightened, and amused.
I'd never seen anything like it (David Lynch was an unknown quantity to me then), but I knew that I liked watching it. I also knew that it scared the bejeezus out of me.
I don't know that there's ever been a piece of entertainment that managed to utterly creep me out the way that Peaks did. Totally innocuous images, like stairs, or ceiling fans, gained immense spookiness under Lynch's guidance. Without having seen these episodes since they first aired, I still remember the image of Bob crawling over the sofa as if it were yesterday - it's seared into my brain.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Dale Cooper remains one of those formative childhood heroes that's stayed with me. I think I'm as excited to watch the show as I am largely due to my memories of Maclachlan's performance and the odd, winning, sincerity of the character. "Diane, I'm holding in my hand a box of chocolate bunnies" may help explain some of, if not all of, Joss Whedon's career.
I've read all about how Season Two loses the plot and meanders painfully. I know that some of the show has aged poorly. But I also know that the consensus is that the final episode makes it all worth it, and I'm excited to take the journey again.
I thought I'd throw my reactions up on here as I go along out of a desire to share in the experience. Anyone care to watch along with me, ala the Chud book club? I'd love to get into a discussion on the show - everything from actors to performances to scripts to mood to mythos and atmosphere and on and on, anon.
I'm starting tonight, with the pilot and the first episode. I'll post my meandering thoughts tomorrow. I welcome any and all fellow travelers.
Back in the age of dinosaurs, before Tivo and DVD, I tried my damnedest to be home each week for Twin Peaks. I was fascinated by the show - alternately confused, elated, frightened, and amused.
I'd never seen anything like it (David Lynch was an unknown quantity to me then), but I knew that I liked watching it. I also knew that it scared the bejeezus out of me.
I don't know that there's ever been a piece of entertainment that managed to utterly creep me out the way that Peaks did. Totally innocuous images, like stairs, or ceiling fans, gained immense spookiness under Lynch's guidance. Without having seen these episodes since they first aired, I still remember the image of Bob crawling over the sofa as if it were yesterday - it's seared into my brain.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Dale Cooper remains one of those formative childhood heroes that's stayed with me. I think I'm as excited to watch the show as I am largely due to my memories of Maclachlan's performance and the odd, winning, sincerity of the character. "Diane, I'm holding in my hand a box of chocolate bunnies" may help explain some of, if not all of, Joss Whedon's career.
I've read all about how Season Two loses the plot and meanders painfully. I know that some of the show has aged poorly. But I also know that the consensus is that the final episode makes it all worth it, and I'm excited to take the journey again.
I thought I'd throw my reactions up on here as I go along out of a desire to share in the experience. Anyone care to watch along with me, ala the Chud book club? I'd love to get into a discussion on the show - everything from actors to performances to scripts to mood to mythos and atmosphere and on and on, anon.
I'm starting tonight, with the pilot and the first episode. I'll post my meandering thoughts tomorrow. I welcome any and all fellow travelers.





I couldn't believe how young Leo looked either!
