First things first – I paid good money to buy The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer.
Wore a “Property of Twin Peaks” t-shirt, until it fell apart.
Traveled to the town where the show was shot and took the tour.
Paid for Showtime for four months just to watch The Return when it hit 26 years after Agent Cooper lost his mind.
So, I accept this film, a prequel which drags us through depression and horror for 134 minutes, and still doesn’t answer a damn thing.
David Lynch will do what David Lynch wants, and only a fool thinks otherwise.
Well-played, sir, well-played.