The kids are not alright.
And neither are their parents.
Trapped in a hazy dreamland version of small town life, something like a fun house mirror reflection of David Lynch’s normal stomping grounds, they’re in danger.
Of being killed, maybe, but of their souls rotting, most definitely.
A girl has gone missing (of course), and those left behind can’t deal with the mystery, the hint of murder, or being able to connect with each other in a meaningful way.
A lot of directors try to craft Twin Peaks tributes. Jennifer Reeder is one of the few to stick the landing.