Chris Horner’s review published on Letterboxd:
The more reviews I read of Twin Peaks that essentially say, "this is the best piece of art ever made. I don't necessarily get it, but..." The more I really hate it.
Making sense is the first fundamental job of narrative, be it film, book, television or just somebody telling a story. If you don't understand it, how can you like it? What does that even mean?
I've seen plenty of incoherent nonsense that at least tried to be engaging or exciting. I've seen countless hours of films that were slow and tedious but at least made sense. But to sit through so many hours of something that is both nonsensical AND boring feels masochistic, and to claim its greatness while also admiting to not really understanding it feels disingenuous.
I think this might be the most overrated thing in the entire Letterboxd database. Just feels like time I wish I had back.
Anyway, I have to go report to witness protection today to keep from being eaten alive by lynch-heads, so if anyone needs to reach me, I'll be living as a tax auditor in Bakersfield, a life that still seems less annoying and tedious than watching Dougie Jones for even another five minutes.