Last night I finished the third season of TWIN PEAKS . . . it was my third time watching it. The last time I watched it was with Laura during Christmas break in 2018. I remember we marathoned it in three or four days, which is The Way To Do It and also how I went about it this time. I could not stop watching it. I’d watch three episodes in a row. Man. It is definitely one of the best things ever made, or at least it is certainly one of my favorite things ever. The dude was a master. The fact that he revived his most beloved creation 25 years later, and rather than feeling like some nostalgic cash-grab, managed to expand upon what came before it to the point of becoming essential to the overall story feels like a magic trick. Without THE RETURN, the series feels incomplete. And yet it still leaves you with more questions than answer in that good way, which is incredible. It is absolutely the product of an artist’s total and uncompromising vision and made with utter sincerity and love for all things contained therein. You can tell that everyone who participated in it understood this as well. The fact that within any given scene you’ll find sorrow, fear, horror, absurdism, comedy, romance, something heartfelt, and on and on, all swirled together perfectly is astounding to me. Wow! . . . it was even better than it was the last two times by orders of magnitude, and I already loved it.

It is sad that Lynch is gone now. Obviously this is the first time I’ve seen it since he died, and a lot of the cast has since died too. Some of them died while they were filming, even. And so in that way there was this extra layer of sadness lurking beneath this thing. How could you not get emotional about that? But as far as final statements go, I mean . . . how many artists leave the world with such a strong piece of art? This thing is masterpiece. As Monty put it . . .

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