TV Review: Twin Peaks
In the absence of LOST, Nate, Nicci, and I yearned for something — anything — to fill the immense void created by a lack of epic dramatic television. That’s when Tom asked if any of us had ever watched Twin Peaks.
I was still two weeks shy of my seventh birthday when the show first aired in 1990, so you’ll have to forgive me for my inability to experience the television series at an earlier time. In all honest, I wasn’t even allowed to watch much television growing up. I recall ABC’s Friday night lineup, Fraggle Rock, Sesame Street, and Saturday morning shark shows on the Discovery Channel. My sister and I might have owned a few VHS tapes related to He-Man, Jem or The Wuzzles, but that’s about all I can remember from my childhood. Even in elementary school, I was always put to bed early. I was probably fast asleep by the time the opening credits rolled at 8pm or 9pm. To hear Tom talk about the awesomeness of Twin Peaks excited us very much. He even went so far as to compare it favorably to LOST. Well, shit, if you’re going to compare it to LOST, you’re going to have me hooked before we even begin.
The first Thursday after LOST went on hiatus was our first official Twin Peaks night. We breezed through roughly half of season one that night. There was an excruciatingly long opening credit sequence, but as soon as that shit ended we got to see Pete find the corpse of Laura Palmer (wrapped in plastic). The events that unfolded over the next few minutes revitalized me, making me forget all about those fucking abysmal opening credits. A few scenes later, the discovery of potential victim Ronette Pualski finally introduces us to FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper, who is now perhaps one of my three favorite television characters of all time. Wow. What a weird fucking guy; quirky, sage-like, somewhat detached emotionally, he’s a fascinating character to follow around the town of Twin Peaks, and a perfect protagonist for such an off-beat show.
Then Nate told us he was going to be working nights for the next few weeks, and Nicci, Tom and I had to ponder whether or not to go ahead with the show. First, we thought about Nate. Sweet, innocent little Nate. Then we thought about the show. It was a tough decision.
We decided to go ahead without Nate. We got through the entire season and part of season two on our second Thursday. We also decided to start watching episodes more frequently than just on Thursdays. In a manner of days, we were far, far ahead of poor little Nate. The worst part was, we couldn’t even talk Twin Peaks as openly as we talk about LOST, because Nate wasn’t caught up with us. He was too busy catching up to Tom on Battlestar Galactic. I guess…I guess you could say there’s a lot of TV being watched in their household.
Anyway, now that we’re seventeen or eighteen episodes into the series, I have to say I think Twin Peaks is great. It’s not nearly as awesome as LOST, but it has definitely made the show’s hiatus more bearable. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must have been having to watch this show each week when it originally aired in 1990. People had to talk about what they thought was going to happen next with their families and friends. They didn’t even have an infinite number of Internet messageboards on which they could gab about the show. Those pitiful, pitiful fucks.
If you haven’t watched it, I’m not going to run the plot of the show for you. I’m not that much of an asshole. I will, though, tell you to Netflix it or order the complete series DVD from Amazon or whatever online retailer you normally use to purchase material goods for which you probably have no use. On a scale of fife-hundred forty small boxes of chocolate bunnies to nine-hundred eighty-seven small boxes of chocolate bunnies, Twin Peaks is three-hundred ninety-two small boxes of chocolate bunnies.
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