Let’s talk Twin Peaks! It’s David Lynch’s film noir series starring Kyle McLachlan as a pre-Mulder quirky FBI agent who seems to be in touch with a mostly-unseen world. He pays a visit to the Pacific Northwest to investigate the murder of a teenage girl.
I love shows with interesting atmosphere. True Blood is another example — I couldn’t give two shits about Sookie and Bill. I just want to move to their version of Louisiana! And that murky, cloudy, I’m-not-quite-sure-what’s-around-the-bend atmosphere also makes Twin Peaks ripe for the sort of fan art you can enjoy on your walls for a really long time. So let’s shop some.
As a kid I was fascinated by this show from afar — it ran on premium cable from 1990-1992, so I was only eight when it ended. I finally picked it up this summer. I have yet to finish the series — I took several peoples’ advice and stopped watching after Coop fingered the killer, and I’ve yet to decide if I’ll watch the last few episodes or not. You can catch it all on Netflix — if you’re interested.
I didn’t get Kyle McLachlan until I watched Twin Peaks. HATED him in Sex and the City. And how could I like him in Showgirls? But then… I met Coop. Coop, the yoga-doing, coffee-loving, exuberant proto-Mulder. If I loved Mulder, I had to love Coop, and Coop’s love for pie.
Not to mention Coop’s love for coffee, his love for donuts, his love for all things edible.
Now that I’ve come to appreciate Twin Peaks, I’ve got to sit down for an afternoon with Blue Velvet.
But I don’t know if I can ever enjoy Mullholland Drive.