And I can finally breath a sigh of relief. Perhaps I can even bring myself to write, again?

Looking for news today on a potential re-release of the first season of Twin Peaks on DVD, I stumbled upon this review of the film “Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me” released after the cancellation of the show.

I remember my mom driving me out to the Leitersburg Cinema in Hagerstown, MD and watching it nearly alone in the theatre save for the prescence of three solitary men scattered menacingly around the auditorium. The movie had a profound impact on me — I enjoyed it on a purely emotional level, as Lynch tends to work in the realm of psychology and feeling. It was frightening and exciting, offering dark nightmare worlds that intersected with the real one. I was startled by how different the film was than the show, how alien in tone from the quirky mystery show I religiously taped on VHS week end and week out so that I could experience it forever.

The review I linked above I think accurately and fairly asseses the film, which was grossly underrated at the time. But to me, trapped in Western Maryland before the onset of the information age, it was a flood of adventurous ideas and images unlike anything I’d ever been exposed to. Now, such things are available to everyone — in multiplexes, in the DVD racks at the local Borders. But back in 1992, it was a lucky thing to get a week-long engagement of such a film. I remember it fondly, despite its many flaws.