If there's anything to look forward to in 2017, it's the revival of Twin Peaks, the backwards talking little people, cherry pie and damn fine coffee, Log Lady fever dream that David Lynch spit out in the early '90s that's coming to Showtime this May (not to be confused with the shitshow going on in Washington, DC today, which feels more Twilight Zone/Apocalypse Now than Twin Peaks anyway). One day it's 1990 and you're watching the reveal of Laura Palmer's killer with the stripper you picked up at the seedy Dupont Circle club that was upstairs from Burrito Brothers before both the club and Burrito Brothers closed and the show went off the rails and was cancelled, and the next day you have white hairs on your taint and you're old, but I still can't fucking wait to reunite with Ed of Ed's Gas Farm and his wife Nadine with the eye patch and the greased drape chords or Laura Palmer's screechy mother played by the amazing Grace Zabriskie. Sadly no Donna Hayward, because collagen hasn't made it's way to Twin Peaks yet and there's no other way to explain Lara Flynn Boyle's fucked up face (you can’t just go into the plumbing aisle at Home Depot, pick up something in a tube and inject into your face. That’s not okay.), but Mädchen Amick will be back as Shelly Johnson, and there must be something in that Double R Diner coffee because she hasn't aged a day!
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