Twin Peaks: The Return Parts 3 and 4 Review

“The Absurd Mystery of the Strange Forces of Existence”

It’s not like it was a secret that this would be weird. The words of Albert Rosenfeld (Miguel Ferrer) sum up the experience of Twin Peaks: The Return in the best way possible. Take is as it is. There is not much else that we need to know and there is no promise that any of it will ever be explained. If you can live with that, you’re in the right place, if not, you might as well bail now because this is no ordinary television program. I you thought it would be, where’d you get that idea? Lynch didn’t threaten to quit for nothing. He is going to do what he wants and if it resembles the industrial nightmare world of Eraserhead more than a quirky soap opera, then so be it.

Sensory assault is committed throughout. In one frantic segment an eyeless voiceless woman attempts to guide the Good Coop while insane sounds and fractured colors create confusion and unease and it’s awesome.

I feel like I have to apologize on behalf of David Lynch. If you were expecting a sanitized and cutesy comedy, you are likely to be in over your head. This is full on bat-shit Lynch and as much as I loved the original series, the fact that this is so much darker is perfectly fine with me, and it is beautiful.

That’s not to say that there is no humor. Wally Brando (Michael Cera) is hilarious and perfectly bizarre. I’d love to see more of him, but not too much. There is so much to unpack about each of these episodes, but I hesitate. I can’t predict. I can barely understand, but I choose to go along for this crazy ride.