Before we get to my now-traditional and oh-so-eagerly-awaited Films of the Year list, let’s get this out of the way first:This may be a little premature, but there's a very real possibility that my favourite film of the year will be all 18 hours of TWIN PEAKS.— AKA (@_AKA_) June 15, 2017
Twin Peaks was the best thing I saw all year. I don’t know if it’s one eighteen-hour movie or eighteen one-hour movies or just the third season of a beloved television series, and I really don’t care.
I do know what it is for me, though. It’s dissonant industrial noise and mist-wreathed mountains and kabuki and “Squeeze his hand off!” and Otis Redding’s “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” and slippery in here. It’s blood and static and slapstick, candyfloss clouds and “Fuck Gene Kelly, you motherfucker!” and yrev very good indeed. Jerry Horne screamed “I don’t know where I am!”. I knew exactly how he felt, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was a helluva ride, and it was undoubtedly my favourite slab of storytelling of any length this year.
I don’t watch much television at all any more, but I do want to give an additional shout-out to both Samurai Jack and Vice Principals for deeply satisfying conclusions to their respective sagas too.
Next stop: My Actual Films of the Year List! I can taste your anticipation from here.
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