At the heart of Twin Peaks lies Laura Palmer. Whether in the groundbreaking first season, the troubled second season, the recent return, or this film, the high school sweetheart so full of mysteries does indeed feel like a 'golden goose' of stories, as said by Lynch.
This film is beyond distressing. The events depicted are confusing, yet horrifying, and one feels themselves wanting to answer Laura's all for help. Say what you want on the original series, this film stands alone as a masterpiece of tragi-horror surrealism.
Whilst Ray Wise easily walks the line between sympathetic and deranged in his performance, it is Sheryl Lee's performance which steals the show; an operatic performance filled with screams and gasps which all pierce the heart. Badalamenti's score is almost a character in itself; nothing is more dread-filled than the main theme.
When watching Twin Peaks, the final image, in the credits, of Laura, the homecoming photo, would always leave me with the scariest of chills. Yet, I couldn't explain why. Here, Lynch takes this fear and boosts it to level 100, creating one of the most distressing horror films I've yet to see. One can only imagine what the original show would've been like if restrictions weren't in place. Well, probably like the third season, yet I feel nothing could slay this beast.