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“Don Draper: Nostalgia - it's delicate,
but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means ‘the
pain from an old wound.’ It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than
memory alone.” (MAD MEN-Episode 13-“The Wheel”)
“Don: Utopia.
Rachel:
Maybe. They taught us at Barnard about that word, 'utopia'. The Greeks had two
meaning for it: 'eu-topos', meaning the good place, and 'u-topos' meaning the
place that cannot be.” (MAD MEN-Episode 6-“Babylon”)
“A
wise man once told me that mystery is the most essential ingredient of life,
for the following reason: mystery creates wonder, which leads to curiosity,
which in turn provides the ground for our desire to understand who and what we
truly are…providing meaning in the face of a remorseless, indifferent universe.”
(Mark Frost/THE SECRET HISTORY OF TWIN PEAKS)
“Diane,
it struck me again earlier this morning, there are two things that continue to
trouble me. And I'm speaking now not only as an agent of the Bureau but also as
a human being. What really went on between Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedys and
who really pulled the trigger on JFK?” (FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper-TWIN
PEAKS-Episode 1)
In retrospect, Lucas never had a
chance.
When I was ten years old, in 1987,
the concept of on demand viewing generally meant wheedling my way into seeing a
certain show at a certain time on the main tv in our living room (not the small,
black and white one in the kitchen.) Sure, there was the occasional VHS tape we
rented from Curtis Mathis (along with the VCR that we rented…permanent home residence
of such an advanced piece of technology wouldn’t be achieved for another year).
But past that, I watched what was on when it was on. Yes, dear younger readers,
I had to conform my schedule to the whims of the programmers from on high in
the palaces of the great cathode ray empire.
And then there was Viewer’s
Choice. Back then, we had the option of two, count ‘em TWO, pay per view
channels from which to choose the occasional film or professional wrestling
event. The system was antiquated and loopy even by 1987 standards: viewers were
allowed a two minute preview of the content before being charged the amount of
a full rental. This allowed for all sorts of gaming the system if you could
time things just right (especially for some of the racier, late night adult
fare).
Perhaps my favorite part of these
channels was the free previews they ran in between each showtime. In the spring
of 1987, I became quite enamored of the preview for the Corey Haim teen nerd
drama LUCAS. If you’ve never seen this little slice of Americana, it’s a fairly
entertaining tale of Haim’s titular hyper-intelligent mega-geek, who, one bucolic
summer, falls hard for Kerrie Green’s gorgeous redhead tennis player, only to
discover (one high school begins in the fall) that the rigid class structures
of the teen biosphere dictate that she hook up with rugged football star Cappie
(a pre-PLATOON Charlie Sheen.) There’s angst aplenty, culminating in Lucas’s
ill-fated time on the football team, but everything turns out okay in the end.
As a hyper-intelligent geek kid with a thing for redheads myself, this sort of
schmaltzy fare was like catnip.
But there was another preview on
Viewer’s Choice that tantalized me even more, one for another slice of
Americana that I wouldn’t be allowed to watch for quite some time. A tale of
another young man, an outsider in his own way, who becomes drawn into a dark,
alluring world just beyond the edge of the night. He too falls hard for the
gorgeous girl down the street, but he also falls hard for the profoundly
damaged girl from quite a few streets over, the one who’s seeming paramour is a
man who manically huffs from an oxygen mask.
The dreamer I was supposed to be
might have loved the reaffirming charms of LUCAS. But the dreamer who I was, and
who I would become, knew that within BLUE VELVET lay the dark romance that I
truly longed to pursue. Maybe those covert viewings of late night erotic fare
were more of a tip off than I knew.
However, as supportive and
nurturing of my artistic interests my parents were, there was no chance that I
would be allowed to watch BLUE VELVET anytime soon. Or even bring up the
possibility (I had yet to connect David Lynch as also being the director of THE
ELEPHANT MAN, a film which absolutely petrified me as a child.) And so my
maiden voyage into the edges of transgressive dreamscape wouldn’t come until
the spring of 1990, when TWIN PEAKS debuted as the ABC Movie of the week.
I still vividly remember coming
home from school one April afternoon and reading the newest issue of
ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY (then in its infancy, still striving to bridge the gap between
highbrow and middlebrow), its cover adorned with an image of David Lynch, the
headline proclaiming PEAKS as “The Year’s Best Show!” The feature article
painted a portrait of a wild televisual experiment, an unprecedented leap into
the cinematic that no other creators had achieved, let alone attempted. Such
siren songs only come around a few times in the life of a young person, and
when I sat down to absorb the two hour pilot a week later, I was stunned,
enchanted, romanced. Being the youngest child of parents who were some forty
years older than me had bestowed upon me formative years equally split between
the charms of the modern and the melancholic pull of culture from many decades
hence, so the world that Lynch and Mark Frost presented in this show, one
seemingly co-existing in the past and present, really struck a nerve.
That retro-modernism was also a
huge part of the massive popularity of the show’s first season. Using the
archetypical structure of a whodunit as a skeleton (right down to the dead prom
queen), Lynch and Frost somehow pulled off the trick of expanding BLUE VELVET’s
darkness on the edge of town motif into a more restrictive format, while also
trafficking in an erotically charged sense of fetishism that had never been
touched on in mainstream television, a fetishism of the everyday. Saddle shoes,
donuts and coffee, linoleum floors, diner culture, wood: they all carried the
same enticement and allure. FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper’s axiom about giving
yourself a gift each day served as mission statement for such powerful
appreciation of the mundane, a split diopter statement both zen and perverse.
But after all, who is Cooper but BLUE VELVET’s Jeffrey Beaumont all polished
and grown up. Laura Dern’s Sandy famously tells Jeffrey “I can’t tell if you’re
a detective or a pervert”, and while his moral fiber is the strongest in the
PEAKS universe, much of Coop’s strength (and appeal to the viewer) derives from
his balancing between fascination and perversion.
And with the retro-modernism that
so enraptured many of TWIN PEAKS’s fans came a profound sense of melancholia.
The characters in this town felt emotions, expressed emotions like few others
had before. Sarah Palmer’s grief after Laura’s death is a primal, animalistic
wail. Leland Palmer becomes a barely functioning shell as he tries to come to
terms with his daughter’s death (an emotional state that becomes even more
painful in retrospect when he’s revealed as her killer, possessed by the
seemingly ancient evil in the woods known only as Killer Bob.) Even beyond the
Laura Palmer murder, the town of Twin Peaks is one that has maintained a more
deliberate pace of life, refusing to believe that the corruption of the modern
world could infiltrate its borders, ultimately suffering from the code of
silence it has subconsciously imposed, one that has allowed for drug dealers, a
brothel-owning millionaire hotelier, a scheming widow, and murderous, molesting
father to thrive. As the tagline for 1992’s TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME
states “In a town like Twin Peaks, no one is innocent.” But they were all
pining after a life and a past that they hoped to reclaim.
That melancholia extended to the
fans of the show after the second season proved to be its last. For twenty-five
years, PEAKS devotees pined after a continuation of the story, some sort of
resolution for the cliffhanger ending that saw Agent Cooper trapped in the
mythical Black Lodge, his evil doppleganger left to roam free in the material
world. Despite some serious mis-steps in Season 2 (many derived from the
extended absence of Lynch and Frost from the day to day showrunning), enough of
the series’ original pull remained to keep fans hooked, and the expansion of
the overarching themes into the metaphysical opened up endless possibilities
for where the narrative was really going. All those dreams of showdowns between
Good Cooper and Evil Cooper, of what really was in the Black and White Lodges,
made for some powerful fantasy scenarios in the ensuing years.
This is partly why I’ve been so
hesitant to write about TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN. In many ways, I subscribe to
the Simonian theory of television analysis, that judging many modern shows on
an episodic level ignores the grand intentions of their main narrative arcs,
setting up a false standard in which each house must be pure enthrallment. When
Lynch and Frost stated that the new PEAKS would essentially be an eighteen hour
film broken down into parts, it reaffirmed that theory in my viewing of the
show. But I also wanted to studiously avoid the fan fiction tendencies that
tend to overwhelm the followers of such enterprises in our current media
environment. After a few episodes, I realized that I would probably have very
little idea of what would happen the next week, so my best bet was to surrender
to the hypnotic cadence of each hour, to heed Hunter S. Thompson’s eternal
advice to buy the ticket, take the ride.
Now that the full eighteen hour saga
is complete, it’s become readily apparent that Lynch and Frost were also
thinking of the deep sense of melancholia and nostalgia that so pervaded such
an ambitious project. For TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN now appears as a sprawling,
deeply moving rumination on the very nature of aging, of time, of the
inevitable compulsion to gaze back into the abyss of the past with a yearning
to reclaim that which is lost. Of course, you know what they say about gazing
into the abyss…
Several critics have pointed out
how the nature of aging is embedded in the very presence of so many of the
original cast, most of whom are shot without any diffusion or makeup that would
conceal the toll of the intervening years. Having these people play characters
who have seldom shifted from their 1990 lives adds yet another layer to the
time’s inexorable power. Big Ed is still running the gas farm, still pining
after Norma. Shelly is still working behind the counter at the RR Diner, still
getting mixed up with sleazy bad boys. Hawk, Andy, and Lucy are still manning
the station at the Sheriff’s Department. And for every Bobby Briggs, who
reforms his delinquent ways and fulfills the promise of his father, there’s a
James Hurley, stuck in a dead end job as a security guard at the Great Northern
Hotel.
It’s also not just a matter of
character stasis that drives the narrative; there’s a deep sense of complete
annihilation of fan expectations throughout. And so Dale Cooper must be reborn
as the childlike Dougie Jones, wandering through the bulk of the series in a collection
of comic misadventures tinged with melancholic emotion (that wonderful extended
scene of him staring at the statue at night outside of his insurance company comes
to mind.) New characters are introduced (Shelly’s daughter Becky and her
wastoid husband Steven, the enigmatic drug kingpin Red) but only briefly
touched upon, often in manners most frustrating. Audrey Horne, the sex bomb
sensation of the show’s original run, only shows up late in the proceedings,
figuratively trapped in a frustrating sequence of confrontations with a
mysterious man, ultimately literally trapped in…an asylum? A netherworld? Her
own mind? That answer has yet to be given…and might never be.
Which leads us around to the
final two hours of the narrative, and that final scene. The much-lauded eighth
episode of the season (which surely ranks as one of the great surrealistic
leaps in the history of the medium) aside, much of this TWIN PEAKS took great
pleasure in the meandering, the absurdist, the hint of darkness and of plot
forces about to cohere. The return of Dale Cooper to what seems to be his old
self locks some of that meandering narrative into an acceleration toward
resolution. And so when confronted with the presence of the mortally wounded
Mr. C in the sheriff’s station, the good Cooper is able to muster the disparate
forces which have been gathering for several episodes to (possibly) defeat the
concentrated evil of Killer Bob that has been gestating within his
doppleganger.
And in the traditional narrative
sense, this is where matters would come to a close. Cooper and the gang would
sit down for a cup of coffee and catch up on what’s been going on in his
absence. Yet this is a different Cooper, a man who wandered for 25 of our years
in the ether of another trans-dimensional plane, acquiring knowledge that we
only see hints of in the final few hours. When he turns to the assembled
supporting characters after Bob has been defeated, the determination in his
demeanor is both reassuring and eerily reminiscent of that which he assumed
before entering the Black Lodge at the end of Season 2. Dale Cooper has always
been in possession of a questing intellect and spirit, the living embodiment of
the love of mysteries that Lynch so treasures. It’s no mistake that his first
scene of TWIN PEAKS’s original regular, post-pilot run (quoted at the beginning
of this essay) established Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedy brothers, the
greatest boomer nostalgia mysteries, as his deepest preoccupations, cultural
riddles that might never fully be solved, but which can be longed for in a
Gatsby-like reverie.
The
Cooper of THE RETURN has carried this searching impulse beyond this vale, and
something has changed within him as a result. When in a beguiling, enigmatic
moment, his face is superimposed over the action, stating “We live inside a
dream” in slow motion before he bids his friends and associates a farewell, it
begs the obvious question: who is the dreamer? And what is the dream? The
answer to his overriding intent is similarly stunning: a voyage into the past
to correct prevent the death of Laura Palmer. Even though his old nemesis
Windom Earle is never mentioned in this season, this is still the Cooper who
lived with the sometimes crippling regret over his role in the death of Earle’s
wife Caroline, a regret that possibly led to his entrapment within the Black
Lodge all those years ago. To see him attempt to rewrite Laura Palmer’s history
is a moving set of circumstances, yet also one tinged with the cataclysmic.
How much of this is to be taken literally, as Cooper repeating his own history of trying to atone for the past, and how much as Lynch and Frost commenting on the dangers of traversing our memories in search of resolution that does not and cannot exist? And what of the eerie love scene between Cooper and Diane, a passage that recalls similar sequences in LOST HIGHWAY and MULHOLLAND DRIVE, in which characters reach climaxes of ecstatic connection only to be driven apart by forces beyond their control (and in which characters are, intentionally or not, playing roles)? In the show’s haunting final scene, Cooper finds Laura alive, in a different guise, and yet his attempt to reunite her with her mother Sarah (who is apparently possessed by….what?) is met with someone else residing in casa de Palmer. The ensuing references to the names Tremond and Chalfont are a sharp callback to the ill-fated investigation of Chester Desmond in FIRE WALK WITH ME. The role of Alice Tremond being played by the real life owner of the Palmer house almost turns Cooper and Laura into yet more Twin Peaks tourists.
How much of this is to be taken literally, as Cooper repeating his own history of trying to atone for the past, and how much as Lynch and Frost commenting on the dangers of traversing our memories in search of resolution that does not and cannot exist? And what of the eerie love scene between Cooper and Diane, a passage that recalls similar sequences in LOST HIGHWAY and MULHOLLAND DRIVE, in which characters reach climaxes of ecstatic connection only to be driven apart by forces beyond their control (and in which characters are, intentionally or not, playing roles)? In the show’s haunting final scene, Cooper finds Laura alive, in a different guise, and yet his attempt to reunite her with her mother Sarah (who is apparently possessed by….what?) is met with someone else residing in casa de Palmer. The ensuing references to the names Tremond and Chalfont are a sharp callback to the ill-fated investigation of Chester Desmond in FIRE WALK WITH ME. The role of Alice Tremond being played by the real life owner of the Palmer house almost turns Cooper and Laura into yet more Twin Peaks tourists.
It’s the final line of the series (Cooper’s blank “What year is this?”) that
lends the scene its primal power, his slightly stooped gait and the attendant
electrical buzzing (which has always indicated a connection to the netherworld
of the Lodges) indicating that his intent is to give this just one…more…try.
Laura’s shriek upon hearing her Sarah’s ghostly voice from the morning after he
death, a scream that douses the lights on the house and the show itself seems
to offer a definitive statement about the possibility of making this all right
again. Notice also the scene that plays
under the credits, a replay of the replay of Laura whispering in Cooper's ear.
In Episode 2 of the original series, Cooper's aging face was graced by a sense
of delight and curiosity as she told him the secret that would eventually
unlock the case. But in this version, his face carries with it a look of
concern, almost of terror. What are those words that cause him such
consternation?
This ending also refuses to resolve
the show in a way that,
to use a popular modern parlance, sticks the landing. But TWIN PEAKS has never
really been about symmetric plot resolution. For decades, fans clamored for the
possibilities inherent in a PEAKS on cable tv, unfettered by the strictures of
network television. They might have forgotten that some of their most cherished
aspects of the show were derived from those network strictures. And they might
have ignored the progression of David Lynch’s artistic muse in the ensuing
years. 2006’s INLAND EMPIRE (which might end up being his final theatrical
feature) looks more and more like a proper template for this new series, a
twisting narrative and mood pieces about Hollywood, artifice, doom, and transformation.
Lynch has always been very
forthright about his love for creating a mood over that of a perfectly formed
narrative, a sensibility deeply rooted in his background as an expressionist
painter. In TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN, he explored this sense of mood to its
fullest, even to the end. Some mysteries were solved, but there will always be
new mysteries to take their place. Living vicariously through Dale Cooper
requires one to be open to the outer reaches of existence, even if that
territory is one laden with an infinite night. Taking the ride with David Lynch
requires a similar sense of true adventure, with all the risk that comes with
it.
Ultimately, I struggle to come to
terms with TWIN PEAKS in the confines of a single essay. My immediate reaction
after Episode 18 was “But…but there has to be more!” And maybe there is. Or
maybe there isn’t. But the mysteries remain. And the mysteries are what drive
us forward. Because in the end, there’s no going back.