The show seems to be getting intolerably sappy. James and Donna. Josie and Harry. Cooper and Catherine. Ed and Norma. Mike and Nadine. Bobby and Shelly. Sap sap sap. Not enough weirdness. Not enough Log Lady or White Lodge or Dancing Midgets or cryptic Giants. Not enough Lynch-ness.
And yet we keep watching. Finish one and on to the next. Then the next. And the next. We have no choice. Jeff and Chris are already gone. They left this afternoon, as soon as we were done disassembling the Monument array and taking group photos in our Thrift-Store Costume-Prom garb up on Monument Pillars. Mike and Will and Scott and Megan leave first thing tomorrow morning. Which means it’s now or never. If they’re going to see Twin Peaks through to the end, it must be tonight.
And ah what a last episode. Perfectly strange, wonderfully full of red curtains and midgets and giants and garble-speak that makes no sense. But how aggravating! How open ended! Even knowing this was how it would be, even knowing the show was cancelled unexpectedly and finished quickly and haphazardly, even so. Why!
Arrrgggg.
