Friday, June 24, 2011

Twin Peaks

Episode 18

Twin Peaks: Episode 18 by David Lynch / Duwayne Dunham, et al., 1990:

It's incredible to think that even twenty-one years ago the precepts of Mac OS GUI were in place (the window, the bar, the scroll) and embedded within this device: the Macintosh Portable. An Apple computer displayed in Twin Peaks, whether product-placed or not, in the post-(+pre-)Jobs, John Sculley era, as a kind of totem of technoliteracy.*

*["In 1987, Sculley made several famous predictions in a Playboy interview. He predicted that the Soviet Union would land a man on Mars within the next 20 years and claimed that optical storage media such as the CD-ROM would revolutionize the use of personal computers. Some of his ideas for the Knowledge Navigator would eventually be fulfilled, not by Apple itself, but by the Internet and the World Wide Web during the 1990s. Condé Nast Portfolio ranked Sculley as the 14th worst American CEO of all time." —Wikipedia]

After the climactic Episode 14 of Twin Peaks — directed by Lynch himself, and obviously steeped as a most personal concoction... it represents one of the artistic high-points of Lynch's entire oeuvre, a work of power in thrall to beyond... — the wisdom is that the show (a series that remarked upon "noir," and as enough time passed, by 2011, simply exists as "noir") 'falls off', Lynch claiming to have lost interest after Ep. 14 (until the final episode of the series)... but even in an episode such as 18, technically directed by Duwayne Dunham, 102,000 things exist to be discussed... it's by no means bad... rather excellent... nothing is stupid, or 'off'... It's exciting to watch the characters be pushed into a register and idiom "post-" the ignitional narrative-arc of Laura Palmer's death... to watch Lara Flynn Boyle and Wendy Robie (a satirical self-reflexive proxy w/r/t the casting's over-aged teens) reciting lines against high-school lockers poised seven inches higher than appropriate... to watch Kyle MacLachlan perform his Agent Cooper schtick in freer berth, the soap-thread flung in a distant dugout...

Sherilyn Fenn, woman of cinema, avatar to justify fortune and zealous Ideal...

There's nothing to complain about!

["David Lynch, who had experienced previous success with the acclaimed The Elephant Man (1980) and Blue Velvet (1986), was hired by a Warner Bros. executive to direct a film about the life of Marilyn Monroe, based on the best-selling book The Goddess. Lynch recalls being 'sort of interested. I loved the idea of this woman in trouble, but I didn't know if I liked it being a real story'." —Wikipedia]


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