Twin Peaks: visiting, revisiting

The scenery brings a surreal comfort, a nostalgia whose origins seems familiar yet unknown, like estranged towns, houses or people. There is a certain power that the Lynchian fieldwork holds: it captivates you, it comforts you and then discomforts you until you learn to switch between the two.

Known for his dreamy sets, David Lynch and his works are not too dissimilar from the likes of fairy tales and myth, except they're disguised as being closer to life, thereby being able to pluck at our heart strings. Along with the miraculous mysticism, the themes of good versus evil, the enigma of abstractness and the riddle of nostalgia, the Lynchian artworks are always thoroughly self-aware, as if mocking their own audacity to be staunch, blind believers, yet holding on to the hope of it somehow being true.

I remain unsure if it was Audrey Horne's charismatic, sensual and wicked character or the overwhelming number of questions I was left with after seeing the Log Lady that sent me onto a frenzy wherein my creative juices lubricated my brain's pathways and I was sucked into the Twin Peaks universe, almost bursting with awe.

Set in a small town called Twin Peaks, the story while painting an unquestionably coherent narrative, enriches itself manifold by treating its audiences with plenty of juicy characters and storylines within the main plot, all of which lead up to unanticipated outcomes- leaving us desperately wanting more. All characters and storylines have a fantastical balance and equality in terms of significance, entertainment, intrigue and amusement. There is an array of unbiased scopes to obsess over any and every character in the plot.

I am not the hardest audience to impress since my critical thinking skills are on a leash at most times. However, Lynch’s Twin Peaks manages to make it to the list of the only three movie/television reviews I have ever been passionate enough to write about. Amongst the many stunning peculiarities, it is but one reason which made me delirious enough to start typing out my appreciation for the show with an overly keen urge to share with the world the wonders of the Lynchian cinematic universe, the peak (pun definitely intended) of it being Twin Peaks: the one reason being that it keeps giving.. this show keeps giving.

The cinematography is sinfully, intoxicatingly artsy, the humour is just the right amount, the fact that everything and everyone is connected engulfs your attention to a point where you’re invested in the story as if its your own. I’d be bold and go ahead and call Twin Peaks an enriching indulgence. It is a quintessential example of the wonders a daring, limitless imagination could yield, of art at its freest and finest. The complexity of human relationships, sullied mysteries behind innocent faces, despicable and soul-stirring power wars, beauty and sensuality, the paranormal and the supernatural, the uniqueness of characters, and the odd, gorgeous tale that the small town of Twin Peaks holds – it truly has it all and more.

If there's anything I can recommend at this stage, especially to someone who's yearning for a chummy dreamland but is keen to encounter and embrace the eccentricity and strangeness of the atmosphere, it would be to get a taste of Lynch's extravaganza of bizarre-ness including but not limited to Twin Peaks. If you’re here reading this because the title is familiar to you or if you’ve already watched it before, my article urges you as well, to revisit the crazy, cosy town of Twin Peaks and I assure you will not regret it because, like I said, the show keeps giving.