To be honest, I’ve always felt a little nervous writing about Twin Peaks. For as clever and groundbreaking and important a show as it was, it was always more about feelings than thoughts. About mood more than plot.
Listen: it’s four in the morning, and I don’t plan on doing anything resembling a running recap of this Twin Peaks return. I probably won’t even write anything else about this season.
But since this is the first thing David Lynch has filmed in over a decade, and since this is one of the most influential and important shows in the history of television, and since tonight’s episode, the eighth of this new season, was one of the most blisteringly insane things I have ever seen, I felt compelled to write…something.