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thehefnerNow that Devin Faraci's left chud.com, the only reason left to visit that site is to read M Morse's retrospectives on every single episode of Twin Peaks. Morse previously analyzed all of Lost in a way that enhanced my enjoyment of the show more than any other critic or blogger, so it's a pleasure to read his insights on Lynch.
Morse does what all best critics do, which is to articulate the artistic experience, which thus lets me look at art a different way. I already loved this show, but Morse's insights are so good (I actually got chills from his review of the episode where Laura's killer was revealed) that they've made me want to revisit the entire series. And of course, I'm trying to draft Henchgirl into watching it with me. Because what's the point if you can't show it to someone who hasn't seen it before, and doesn't know what's waiting for them?
I'm not sure it's clicking with her yet, but anyone remembers those first few episodes might understand why. Even by the game-changing second episode, I'm not quite sure what anybody watching this show for the first time might make of Leland's dance:
Henchgirl's reaction: "So were these two ever able to find work after this show?" I admit, I was a bit thrown by this reaction, while at the same time completely understanding why she'd say that. Looking at this scene, it should feel like overwrought melodramatic crap, the kind of bizarre overacting that would go on a YouTube video compilation alongside Troll 2 clips.
The scene itself veers on unwatchable, but something about it hints that it's unwatchable not because it's bad, but because there's something much more disturbing, raw, and just plain horrifying happening underneath the nervous-laughter-inducing weirdness of The Unstoppable Spinning Leland moaning with every rotation.
Which, of course, immediately gives way to one of the greatest scenes in television history: a seven-minute sequence that I still can't believe was actually aired on primetime TV, much less was embraced by the public at large.
Speaking for the TV viewers of 1991, Henchgirl shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH?!" Which, of course, is the appropriate response.
God, I just wanna blaze through the whole show right now. But she's asleep, and didn't I already wanna subject her to Brook's King Lear? Argh! Stupid Wilmington Fringe Festival, why must you be this weekend, when I'll be performing The Road to Nowhere on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday?
Be there. Or I'll catch you with my death-bag.
Morse does what all best critics do, which is to articulate the artistic experience, which thus lets me look at art a different way. I already loved this show, but Morse's insights are so good (I actually got chills from his review of the episode where Laura's killer was revealed) that they've made me want to revisit the entire series. And of course, I'm trying to draft Henchgirl into watching it with me. Because what's the point if you can't show it to someone who hasn't seen it before, and doesn't know what's waiting for them?
I'm not sure it's clicking with her yet, but anyone remembers those first few episodes might understand why. Even by the game-changing second episode, I'm not quite sure what anybody watching this show for the first time might make of Leland's dance:
Henchgirl's reaction: "So were these two ever able to find work after this show?" I admit, I was a bit thrown by this reaction, while at the same time completely understanding why she'd say that. Looking at this scene, it should feel like overwrought melodramatic crap, the kind of bizarre overacting that would go on a YouTube video compilation alongside Troll 2 clips.
The scene itself veers on unwatchable, but something about it hints that it's unwatchable not because it's bad, but because there's something much more disturbing, raw, and just plain horrifying happening underneath the nervous-laughter-inducing weirdness of The Unstoppable Spinning Leland moaning with every rotation.
Which, of course, immediately gives way to one of the greatest scenes in television history: a seven-minute sequence that I still can't believe was actually aired on primetime TV, much less was embraced by the public at large.
Speaking for the TV viewers of 1991, Henchgirl shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH?!" Which, of course, is the appropriate response.
God, I just wanna blaze through the whole show right now. But she's asleep, and didn't I already wanna subject her to Brook's King Lear? Argh! Stupid Wilmington Fringe Festival, why must you be this weekend, when I'll be performing The Road to Nowhere on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday?
Be there. Or I'll catch you with my death-bag.
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Date: 2010-09-29 01:10 am (UTC)As an aspiring storyteller in my teens, I couldn't believe what Lynch got away with, in terms of just completely random plotting and characterizations. The idea of storytelling as an almost pure stream-of-consciousness exercise was fascinating to me, with its implicit trust in the idea that the story will ultimately resolve itself. Of course, that notion pretty much fucked up an entire generation of storytellers, who thought they could get away with throwing any collection of bullshit they wanted at the audience under the pretense that IT'S ALL VALID MAN. There's a difference between being a Dadaist and being Joe Quesada.
At a Halloween party in high school, I was dressed as Dale Cooper when a gorgeous girl named Atusa Melanki showed up dressed as Audrey Horne. It was a Seven Deadly Sins-themed party, so I'd taken a tag that said "Pride," and she'd taken one that said "Lust." I didn't get her phone number, but we spent the entire night roleplaying as our characters almost without even realizing it, with me being affectionate but appropriate, and her making constant innuendoes just to see me clear my throat and smile nervously. I've since learned that "Atusa" translates to "beautiful body." Oh dear God yes.
)sgurd s'ti :tnih(
Date: 2010-09-29 03:35 am (UTC)How the hell did I forget that happened?
Oh yeah, For the same reason that the only thing i remember about new years eve going into 2007 is why I don't remember anything about new years eve going into 2007.