🌈 adrian’s review published on Letterboxd:
A foul, almost unholy experience. I feel we had a peek behind closed curtains—red drapes that should’ve remained unbothered—and behind them: a story that should’ve remained sterile from our curious eyes. But Lynch sheds light on a victim's story. He reminds us she was her own person, however flawed, not just the pristine, sometimes fabricated memory of those who grieved her; that she won and lost her own battles before a fateful end; that she had her own voice. Fire Walk with Me has been considered many things: self-indulgent, a glorified trip down memory lane, a 'morbidly joyless affair'. But to me, it serves as beautiful, terrifying, and tragic closure.