The way we were weird - Page 2

Celebrating two plastic-wrapped decades of Twin Peaks

"I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back": Sheryl Lee as doomed beauty queen Laura Palmer.

Beyond those luscious youths (Lara Flynn Boyle, James Marshall, Sherilyn Fenn, etc.) who all seemed poised to become movie stars — particularly Sheryl Lee, whose Laura Palmer incited such mania that the Seattle "local girl" cast simply to be a corpse was brought back as a hastily conceived doppelganger — there were ex-actual movie stars (Piper Laurie, Richard Beymer, Russ Tamblyn), faded TV stars (Michael Ontkean, Peggy Lipton), David Lynch "stars" (Eraserhead himself, Jack Nance), miscellaneous oddjobs, and onetime "Elizabeth Taylor of China" Joan Chen. The latter never seemed quite to know what she was doing there, but then she wasn't supposed to be — Isabella Rossellini had dropped out. Bemusedly observing all was Kyle MacLachlan's apple-cheeked FBI Agent Dale Cooper, a Lynchian alter ego willing to plangently wade into swamps of teenage prostitution, cocaine deals, surreal dwarf fantasias, and so forth — as long as he could break for a cuppa diner joe and more of that fine pie.

Alternately queasy, campy, and swoony, Twin Peaks had it all. With its unending parade of lurid revelations, not excluding occult ones, the whole miraculous brew constantly threatened to sink into self-parody. Many thought it did so in the second season. ABC's shuffleboard scheduling dealt further death blows to a fickle mainstream audience that had decided they weren't sure if they cared who killed Laura Palmer anyway. (Lynch would have preferred the mystery remain unsolved.)

Still, the fanatics who remained made it seem viable to roll camera on 1992's Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (the Roxie program's final feature) just after the show's cancellation. No longer writing with Frost but Robert Engels, Lynch saw it as the first in a feature trilogy that would expand and complete the Peaks universe.

That was not to be. Booed at Cannes, Fire tanked everywhere but Japan. As with everything Lynch has ever done, it has defenders. The worse the project, the more vehement the defense, and as very possibly the worst of all, Fire is some folks' notion of a cruelly maligned masterpiece. The director shot over five hours of material; should those umpteen deleted scenes ever surface, you can bet on a corrective-fan-edit frenzy.

In the meantime there's still just the movie, as infuriating as the show was frequently great. It's also (very) occasionally great, which itself is infuriating. The first section (starring Chris Isaac as Agent Non-Cooper in Upside-Down Pin Tweaks-ville) is the smug, dumb, garish self-parody the series never quite descended to. Eventually things come in to relative focus around Laura Palmer's final week on Earth, building toward a surprisingly blunt religious fall-ascension, complete with literal angels.

The hellfire bits do have their moments, like scary Bob (Frank Silva) slithering into a bed, or driving two leashed girls at the end like panicked farm animals to slaughter. But the heightened gore and nudity seem pandering; fascinating Lee, 18 going on menopause, is made to totter around like a cokehead version of Bette Davis in Beyond the Forest (1949). There is dialogue as gee-whiz as Laura answering "Nowhere fast!" when asked "Where you going?" by Donna (Moira Kelly replacing Boyle, which doesn't work); and as crass as demon-addled daddy Leland (Ray Wise) telling daughter "Let's get your muffin!" en route to breakfast and the apocalypse. What is David Bowie doing here? As the New York Times review noted, such useless incongruities "would have made [just] as much sense inserted into a segment of Golden Girls."


Sat/29, 7 p.m., $15

Roxie Theater

3117 16th St., SF

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