Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (Lynch, 1992): Rio Cinema, 8.30pm
This night dedicated to the late director also includes mystery shorts plus coffee, doughnuts and cherry pie as well as a David Lynch raffle.
Time Out review:
It begins with an axe crashing into a TV set: sparks fly, a scream is
heard, and the symbolism is brutally obvious - forget everything you
thought you knew about the quirky, wacky, cosy world of ‘Twin Peaks',
cos Daddy's home and he's pissed off. Like many of the show's hardcore
fans, David Lynch was disillusioned with what ‘Twin Peaks' had become:
from a groundbreaking, excoriating peek into America's small-town
underbelly to a cute parade of oddball soap-operatics in under two
years. The big screen version gave him licence to bring it all back to
basics, and he grabbed it with both hands: even in Lynch-land, with all
its ear-severing, head-exploding, exploitation and rough sex, there's
nothing so dark and demented as ‘Fire Walk With Me', the simplest,
strangest, saddest and arguably greatest of all his films. The critics
sneered, the fans balked and the public stayed away in droves. It's
their loss: this was a beautiful new kind of madness, terrifying,
exhausting and exhilarating in equal measure.
Tom Huddleston
Here (and above) is the trailer.
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