So in case you didn’t know that I’m SUPER PUMPED for the Twin Peaks revival on Showtime — consider this a PSA. Because I am.
I NEED IT.
Excuse me while I rewatch Seasons 1 and 2 and Fire Walk with Me and weep into my cereal. I never knew about Twin Peaks until I was in my early 20s, since it aired when I was but a wee babe pooping rainbows and generally delighting my parents. I caught reruns one night and immediately fell down the rabbit hole. Ever since I knew the way Season 2 ended and the way FWWM gave us, like, zero closure, the show basically continued playing on a loop in my head, with me dreaming up dozens of scenarios how it could continue.
And that’s cool. Shows end, it’s a thing, and sometimes it’s tragic — I mean, just look at FOX’s entire back catalogue of the past fifteen years — but mostly that’s just what happens and the rest happens in fanfiction. That’s what it’s there for, and that’s never been less fulfilling for me than knowing what the creators intended. Hell, in the case of Gilmore Girls, I’d have been happier never knowing what the Palladinos had in mind for Rory… so. I hope that Twin Peaks will give us a revival we will love, and that will see Coop happy and whole.
It’s not too much to ask… is it?