This week, I hit the big 3-0, and I got the best birthday present I could have ever asked for from David Lynch. If you love cherry pie, cremated bacon, Michael J. Anderson dancing in a red suit, or use the interwebs from time to time, you know what it is: 9 new episodes of Twin Peaks, the seminal 90s TV show best known for…wait, what it is best known for? The beautiful 1990s sweater apparel? The Log Lady? The soundtrack, once described to me as “pianos with ladies screaming?”
For me, Twin Peaks is a series I’ve been watching all of my life. I first watched it with my parents in the original 1990-91 NBC run, because they had no understanding of what is appropriate television for a seven year old child. All of the humor was lost on me. I had nightmares about scary Bob and mistrusted white horses for most of my childhood. Then it came on Bravo when I was 15. I watched the whole series and finally got the humor. Then I watched it in college on rented VHS tapes, then on Netflix. Twin Peaks is my macaroni and cheese – its my comfort food. It’s the weird family that can be really frustrating sometimes, but also lovely and magical.
So I’m also a little worried about what the new series will be. The show left on a brutal cliffhanger that I thought was the only way it could end: deeply unsatisfying, few main characters left unscathed, and with a lot of loose ends. I hope the new series doesn’t tidy everything up. I like my ambiguity.
I have so many questions. Like, what happens to Diane? Does she get replaced with Siri? Its just not the same…Also, can David Bowie be in it?
How do you feel? Are you excited? Are you worried? Will you binge watch the old series while wearing Cosby sweaters with me?