While investigating the mysterious death of a nightshift waitress, Special Agent’s Chester Desmond and Dale Cooper unravel the bizarre clues, mysterious disappearances, and strange happenings that lead to the last seven days of Laura Palmer’s troubled life and ultimately the killer.
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remastered in 4K, rewatched, re-rating. There is no turning back, time mutates us while the films in their fixed structure mutate as our changes. Some filmmakers who have been important to me seem much less now and, above all, very rhetorical, like Tarkovsky, Tárr and Lynch. This film still guarantees a stimulating variation of "film noir" crossed with fantastic, but is often too kitsch "pour épater".
This is truly beautiful and there are parts that add up to a masterpiece of tremendous sensitiveness, but I feel like it has some dull parts. The show still is scarier and more efficent on building up the specific and perfect atmosphere of this whole universe.
A semiotic-thriller becomes a narcoleptic dream-noir. There is no pre-tense for reality waking reality simply becomes your most permissible fantasy space desires confronted with the paternal a second pre-conception where you either come out dead or alive. if you have the opportunity of a sexual satisfaction within the limits of what is permissible take it. The story of Laura is the failure to bring her back to life.
Couldn't enjoy much. Lynch does more intoxicating work when Frost co-writes. Concerning FWWM, there's no normality to anchor Lynch's proclivities, to relieve the onslaught of his total vision of life as nightmare. The film cudgels you w/ suffering until one is finally numb 2 the effect. DL is at times immensely talented, while also childish, conservative, & intermittently uninterested in effective scene construction.
Grandrieux owes much to Lynch, but this film specifically. It is the closest Lynch ever got to embodying his idol, Francis Bacon. It is a nightmare. A spider's egg. It hatches under closed eyelids, projected on to the walls. Even though I only saw Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me recently, I also feel my cinema is in a debt to the images and sounds in this stabbing, this murder of a film.
The Passion of Laura Palmer. Over the course of 2 seasons, audiences watched as the picturesque town of Twin Peaks lost its innocence. Perhaps sensing that there was no way to return to that edenic state, David Lynch utilized this prequel to deliver a pitch-black, cocaine-fueled ride to hell. As the film opens, Laura Palmer may have a week to live but we sense that, in every sense of the word, she's already gone.
A disappointment on release after the mesmerizing series as fans expected answers but only received more mysteries and questions. Almost 25 years later, and on the verge of the series revival, the film stands as a surrealist gem that plays with audience expectations and desires. Almost comedic at times but with a bitter tragic filling. Well worth rediscovery.
I found the Teresa Banks prologue a failure mostly, the tone is just too cartoonish even for Lynch's standards, but the Sarah Palmer episode is a real chiller, it is terrifying, sexy and very trippy. When asked about this film, the late Jacques Rivette said that it left him hallucinating, he didn't know what the hell was that all about, but felt he was floating aferwards. A very accurate description.