This time last week I was watching the Twin Peaks revival. I have to wait another week before that journey will continue. I’ve spent a good amount of time this week thinking about the show, talking about the show, looking forward to the next episode. It may feel like this is all I’m talking about, but for me, it’s been a long time coming.
It’s not just Twin Peaks, but Lynch himself. This is the first proper full length “thing” he’s directed since Inland Empire, way back in 2006. I started watching Twin Peaks about ten years ago.
Lost was the first TV show I really enjoyed. The first one that gripped me more than anything I’d seen before. I had just turned 12 when it started. My Dad left the TV on channel 4, and neither of us knew what was coming next. I remember sitting there playing Pokemon on my Game Boy and turning it off after catching the opening scene out of the corner of my eye. I remember it as a moment that changed my life (a bit dramatic, but I think it did). I love TV now, I prefer watching a drawn out series than a movie, and watch at least one episode of something a day.
I remember my granddad telling me about Twin Peaks, after seeing the DVDs on his shelf next to Lynch’s films. it was one of the best things on TV but I couldn’t borrow it, for reasons I no longer remember. Perhaps I wasn’t old enough. I found a video tape at a car-boot sale, the feature length version of the pilot for 50p (And still own it now). I watched it with my Mum, (Wild At Heart was her favourite film at the time, another Lynch project. Moulin Rouge has taken that place now, since Nicolas Cage’s career has nosedived, taking anything good of his down with it). We both loved the pilot, and Mum then borrowed the first season from Wilkinson’s DVD rental service.
I actually had to google that to make sure Wilkinson did DVD rentals, and it wasn’t just my brain turning to mush. It worked like lovefilm does. Tesco did one at one point as well. We did all the free trials. So it was one of the three, Wilkinson’s is the one my brain is going with, but it doesn’t really matter.
I remember us watching it pretty quickly, but season 1 is short and at that time Season 2 hadn’t received a UK release. Thankfully my Granddad lent us his american import, along with Fire Walk with Me.
After that I watched as many Lynch films as I could. It took a lot of convincing but eventually I was allowed to watch Wild at Heart, Mulholland Drive, Lost Highway and Eraserhead. The only one I was denied was Blue Velvet. I was too young. The mix of weird enigmatic stories and the dream-like visuals would influence most of the things I’ve written since then. There was a point where every story I wrote (None of which have been read by anybody) had to have a lynch-esque dream sequence with some kind of foreshadowing. That’s how To The Other starts, and another story, The Eagle Flies At Noon, is completely built around the dreams of the main character. I’ve never finished the latter, but it still floats around in my mind.
The point is, in a roundabout way, that TV and in particular Twin Peaks has shaped me. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t catch the opening scene of Lost out of the corner of my eye. If I didn’t read the titles of books, games and DVDs when visiting people’s houses (Which I still do now, very stealthily). If Mum didn’t take me to car boots, where I found most of the videos of TV shows, and later DVDs. Little moments make a big difference.
Another TV series is airing right now, which I don’t think I’ve mentioned on here before. American Gods. If you’re not watching this, then there is seriously something missing in your life. Based on the incredible novel by Neil Gaiman, American Gods follows Shadow Moon as he finds out that reality isn’t as simple as he previously thought. Gods are real and there is a storm coming. I don’t want to give anything away. 5 episodes have aired and I can’t recommend it enough. This is the golden age of TV, there are so many good shows. Now, back to binge watching Game of Thrones, my 6th episode today.
Thanks for reading,