Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me

“I couldn’t get myself to leave the world of ‘Twin Peaks’. I was in love with the character of Laura Palmer and her contradictions: radiant on the surface but dying inside. I wanted to see her live, move and talk.” — David Lynch

His most crazed sensorial thrill ride next to Eraserhead, Fire Walk With Me finds David Lynch expounding upon the wildly popular cult television hit Twin Peaks in directions even more unpredictable, sensual and downright scary than fans of the show could’ve ever imagined. In this out-there prequel, Lynch primarily focuses on the final days of Laura Palmer (Sheryl Lee), and the harrowing, incestuous abuse she suffers at the hands of her father Leland (a bone-chilling Ray Wise) — but, of course, since it is a Lynch film, there’s a wealth of exciting surprises: labyrinthian asides featuring the series’ regulars, a whole bunch of faces new to the scene (Harry Dean Stanton, Chris Isaak, Kiefer Sutherland, David Bowie), and the most evocative, emotional film score of Lynch collaborator Angelo Badalamenti’s entire career. As the lynchpin (no pun intended) of the whole Twin Peaks mythos, Sheryl Lee perfectly balances both the fragile and dark, dangerous sides of Laura Palmer, as both personas tragically collide on an operatic scale. Plus, Lynch shows that he could’ve had a brilliant bizarro-world career as a horror director, for Fire Walk With Me contains enough sharply-executed dread to rival established genre masters. A fascinating coda to one of TV’s greatest cult creations.
Dir. David Lynch, 1992, 35mm, 135 min.

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