Shows the week preceding and leading up to the death of Laura Palmer in the small town of Twin Peaks.
Genre: Feature Film-Drama
Rating: R
Release Date: 26-FEB-2002
Media Type: DVDAlternately fascinating and frustrating–and no doubt deliberately so on both counts–this controversial Twin Peaks installment (it was roundly booed by mystified audiences at the Cannes Film Festival) appeared in theaters after the series was canceled, serving as both prequel and coda to the whole remarkable Twin Peaks phenomenon. Designed especially for dedicated followers of the series (it would just bewilder anyone else), Fire Walk with Me further investigates the murder of Laura Palmer by exploring events that took place before the series’s brilliant debut feature (Twin Peaks: The Premiere), up to and including the long, dark, terrible night of Laura’s death. Familiar Twin Peaks denizens Sheryl Lee, Grace Zabriskie, and Ray Wise (as the three members of the Palmer family), Kyle MacLachlan, Peggy Lipton, James Marshall, Dana Ashbrook, Miguel Ferrer, Mädchen Amick, and director David Lynch himself reprise their series roles (with Moira Kelly subbing for Lara Flynn Boyle as Donna Hayward), joined by an equally motley group of guest stars, including Harry Dean Stanton, David Bowie, Chris Isaak, and Kiefer Sutherland. –Jim Emerson
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March 5, 2010
#1
If you liked this movie you are a pretentious tool and probably think you’re the ‘movie guy’ at your school or job.
Daid Lynch [...] with a passion, this whole movie is a head ache. And if you think it’s genius to have a guy talk on a phone while taking a crap and watching a Hawaiian chick dance for him naked (wild at heart) you know nothing about movies and probably annoy everyone who knows you. Now don’t get me wrong I like obscure, oddball movies as much as the next movie-school drop out, but there’s a line between weird and stupid and Lynch crosses this line in almost all his movies. If I made a movie where there’s a 5 minute scene of a guy feeding apple sauce to a chimp in a deserted circus, that doesn’t make me an edgey genius that makes no compromises that makes me an idiot.
There’s a scene where David Bowie storms into an office and starts yelling like a mad man for no reason and the scene ends with no more Bowie in the rest of flick. And there’s a scene where Laura Palmer’s father snaps at her for not washing her hands for dinner even though he told her to sit down at the dinner table right when she came in, and starts strangling her and yelling about her finger nails being dirty while the mother cries dramatically. These are just two examples of many long, boring scenes that go no where. That last scene i mentioned would be almost laughable if Lynch didn’t take himself so seriously. I mean it could a premise for an old ‘Kids in the Hall’ skit. I didn’t care when Laura Palmer got killed like she annoyed me with everybody else in the movie; except Harold Dean Stanton, he’s always pretty cool.
Anyhow, This director tries way to hard to be weird and I for one can see right through him. The only good movies he made was ‘Elephant Man’ and ‘Blue Velvet’ so all you Lynch loving Eraserheads should get a hint and start following better filmmakers.
March 5, 2010
#2
See, this movie is yet another intentional turkey in the David Lynch stinkography. When will you people believe me when I tell you the man simply likes to make bad movies?!? The picture comes off as a demented episode of Northern Exposure with the plot-wiring torn out and the character development up on blocks. Throw in the obligatory sinister midget and sundry unemployed freaks and… Weee’re in business! Oh, wait… we need something for the characters to do… well, they can all just take turns going insane, can’t they? Problem solved! David Lynch is a modern freak show operator. The freak show has never gone away. It has just been billed as something else.
March 5, 2010
#3
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum, with popcorn, served by two squirrels dressed up as boy scouts. Yeah, that’s David Lynch allright.
After seeing “fire walk with me” I would gladly ask Lynch “why?”
I saw the tv serie, I engulfed it with pleasure, despite it’s sometimes goofy moments. I know that you should never follow up any of Lynch’s work under a convencional, sometimes even rational, posture. Lynch is the mastermind of any filmed nightmare and he will never explain his mysteries.
This movie, however, seems to be made by two scholars trying to emulate David Lynch, by having a somehow interesting plot and then twisting it until it hurts and then adding and substracting characters and situations, twist again, shake, eat, throw up, and then put on the screen.
The metaphors and simbolisms are grotesque and utterly tacky, the acting is an insult and a risk to anybody’s career and even the music is repetitive and tiresome.
To those who, like me, enjoyed the serie and wanted to know more, I suggest you use your money on something smarter, like burning it. You will maybe get some satisfaction out of it, because the movie delivers none.
David Lynch’s movies are only for their fans to bear, as only us can enjoy the torture, but this so-called movie went way to far. I consider it a lack of respect to any DL fan and even to David Lynch himself. He has done much better things. THis is not the work of a genius, it rather appears to be a sick joke from a dumb wanna be director.
March 5, 2010
#4
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March 5, 2010
#5
At the end of the documentary, someone says that critics didn’t like the movie because they did not understand that Lynch was trying to be expressionist. They did not understand “the juxtaposition of horror and beauty”. Needless to say, if you don’t like something you just don’t like it. I don’t care if it is Picasso, Miro, Pollock or your mama. Art is just like that. You like it or not. If we are to be so snob to just say “Yes! What a wonderful piece of Art. That is Pollock’s masterpiece. This goes beyond anything done before”, well … just fine. You are just being snob. But the good thing about art is that we can disagree, and that it is subjective, never objective. I just watched this movie today and I did not like it. Period. I never watched the TV Show (and I never will), and I do not care about Lynch being a talented and special gifted film director. I just don’t buy it, and I do not like him. I saw Wild at Heart and Blue Velvet long time ago andI remember them as a little bit better (not too much), but this is not the kind of movies I like. Do not misunderstand me … the actors are good, the filming is technically good, the plot is not bad at all, but it’s just the whole think put together that does not apeal me. I would give this movie a 2 stars and a half, or 5 over 0. I bought it because it is in the 100 Best Movies in DVD by Peter Travers (and I am starting being very disapointed by that book, because I am far from Mr. Travers’ tastes).