Laura Palmer’s mother doesn’t know what time
the last phone call came – the logs get cut and
the steam piles up. Those lush piano chords sit
under the scenes, soft-pedalled playing that
enriches the melodrama, pretty much tells us to
love the slow-burn; small-town grinding to a halt.
Lara Flynn Boyle was only better one other time,
when she picks at her tongue in disinterest during
a scene in the film ‘Happiness’. I’ve been working
my way through many David Lynch things I haven’t
previously seen – and re-watching some old favourites
too. The man is a genius. We need to use that word
so often these days because everyone has talent, so when
we say someone’s a genius we’re really just saying they’re
very talented indeed. But you can’t have untalented
people, not in the arts, that’s not how it works. Everyone
is talented. And, anyway, he’s not the only genius on
the set. The crazy lady with the eyepatch, Kyle MacLachlan’s
opening monologue into his Dictaphone. He’d rather be there
than Philadelphia. W.C. Fields getting a big ole name-drop
as Angelo Badalamenti makes a jazz noise right there.
I could watch Twin Peaks forever. On a loop. And I felt
like I was and had been right from the start, some 30 years
too late but arriving right on time. Piper Laurie is on the
verge just as she has been forever. Speaking of loops.
Of loops. Of Loops. Speaking of loops. Of loops.