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Only David Lynch would/could make a movie prequel after the series — Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me brings the Laura Palmer saga full circle. Dishing up the final week in life of the quasi-legendary Laura and her downward spiral into cocaine dependence in chronological order, for easy digestion. Not noted for his straight shooting, David Lynch relishes this opportunity to meander through an exploration of the converging forces that led to Laura's corruption and brutal death. Setting the story against his usual smorgasbord of digressions and artistic doodlings, Lynch creates an atmosphere suffused with his particular brand of sugared and forbidding surrealism. Free of television's censoring influence, he is able to realise some of his more lurid fantasies to their fullest extent, making Fire Walk With Me a truly nerve-tingling and unpredictable stroll to hell with Laura and the gang. Most of the cast from the series are returned, (including the Double R diner, plenty of damn fine cups of coffee for Dale Cooper, donuts and Diane, the log lady and, of course, the very disturbing dwarf) but there are a few notable additions — David Bowie, Chris Isaak, Harry Dean Stanton, Julee Cruise and a star-turn from the man himself, as the hard of hearing stiff from FBI head office, Gordon Cole.
All these elements of Lynchian evil fused together take Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me out of the realm of bizarre teen soaps, and makes the leap into sophisticated menace and mania, that is as much a part of Twin Peaks as it is of David Lynch.