"Magic is believing in yourself. If you can do that, you can make anything happen." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Twin Peaks still plagues my brain, even a week since the last images of the film flickered through our eyes. I want more. It is an affliction. It's like a great book that you delay finishing because you don't want it to be over, you don't want to give up the world and the people within. It is almost heartbreaking in some cases.
I imagine it to be similar to the feeling those poor unwitting Japanese tourists experience when they reach Paris and find out it's not the dream they have always been sold. It can be enough to make you go crazy, even if only for a very short while. In this case,
Paris Syndrome becomes Twin Peaks syndrome. Okay, so I haven't experienced any psychosis because of it, but there is a slight obsession going on.
Oh, and for the record, the best thing in Twin Peaks is this man:
Agent Dale Cooper is one of the greatest characters television has ever seen.
Seriously. He makes Twin Peaks what it is. And Kyle MacLachlan's acting is impeccable. Agent Cooper is someone with whom I could sit and enjoy a damn fine cup of coffee.