Twin Peaks (2017) eps 3, 4 & 5

A bizarre, self-indulgent mix of purported surrealism, hackneyed and outdated “comedy” which isn’t remotely funny, puerile sexism (the gratuitous female nudity; the ridiculous, seventies-style objectification of Agent Tammy Preston), and a pace so slow and so infuriating that fast-forwarding half of each episode is not just helpful but imperative for the preservation of my sanity…. Wow. Somehow managing to elicit flat, mannered performances from a huge and hugely talented cast, wasting acres of screen time on nonsense and drowning the handful of genuine emotional beats in a sea of self-satisfied artifice, new Twin Peaks is quite, quite incredible, if not in any positive sense of the word.

I don’t think I’ll be wasting any more space on writing about it again. I do have enough affection left for some of the original characters who might got the odd scrap of screen time that I’ll keep watching and fast-forwarding for now, but at some point boredom and frustration will vanquish nostalgia and I’ll give up. I doubt I’ll be alone either.

Twin Peaks (2017) eps 1 and 2

Experimental is all very well. Weird is not necessarily a bad thing. And disturbing can absolutely be commendable in the right context. But incomprehensible, mannered, flitting from deeply unpleasant to dull, and very, very long? Not so much. I don’t know what on earth this was, but the only part of it I liked was the last segment in the Bang Bang Bar, and sitting through nearly two hours-worth of beautifully-shot yet deliberately ugly, defiantly impenetrable tv more focussed on shock and style than storytelling is a high price to pay for the few minutes I actually enjoyed. I know this will sound narrow-minded and naive, given this is the legendary David Lynch we’re talking about and he’s hardly known for easy, straightforward viewing, but I really hope episodes 3 and 4 are a bit more accessible, or I might not make it to episodes 5 and 6.