"Nobody ever went broke underestimating the tastes of the American public." It's the finality that gives this so much weight. The constant, suffocating undercurrent of dread that marks even bouts of humour. Uncertainty of the world collapsing in on the mundane. It's a masterpiece of atmosphere and

An eternal spiral inward until you reach the hollow husk that informs one of the premier icons of serialized television. Character study turned dramatic fatigue. Significant yet unbalanced. The great American anti-narrative. A monstrous pop epic.

Auteurist art is inherently a self-indulgent venture. Fire Walk with Me was the concrete stamp on Twin Peaks becoming a fully Lynchian enterprise: chaotic visual motifs, rising symbolic complexities, drawn-out sequences, and unfettered streams of consciousness funneled toward singular emotional trut

Mr David Lynch, my favourite devious pervert and white women connoisseur, how can I ever thank you enough?