"I'm sorry, am I being obscure?"
I've no idea where any of this is going, or indeed what's going on, and I'm totally fine with that. Twin Peaks is not there to be understood, merely to give us dreamlike impressions, like a Dali painting. It is, I suppose, oddly Freudian in the way that much modernist art and literature was...
But that is, of course, just my impression. It's subjective. Barthes, Death of the Author and all that. In the case of David Lynch, sadly, literally so.
So we have Major Briggs' boss earnestly asking Cooper whether there were any owls around at the time of the disappearance. There's Dougie's sudden death on the night of his wedding, his bride's apparent history of similar incidents, and her uncanny powers over men, to Lucy's horror. One doesn't expect to hear extensive quoting from Romeo and Juliet in Twin Peaks...
Then there's Dick's growing suspicion that Little Nicky may literally be the Devil. There's Major Brigg's sudden reappearance, to the sight and sound of violent thunder. There's Nadine's almost superhuman abilities. It's all so splendidly weird.
Then there's the fun of Cooper and Denise investigating how and why he was framed, which all seems to be linked to the ever-nefarious Jacques Renault...
I'm loving this, if anything, even more since Laura's murder was solved.
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