Twin Peaks without David Lynch is like ruining feminism without Joss Whedon. I kid! I’m crossing pop culture streams here and it’s wrong. Anyway, David Lynch will be helming the Twin Peaks reboot. Let’s just hope we’re getting S1 amazing Twin Peaks as opposed to S2 Ugh-Is-That-Heather-Graham-I-Miss-Laura-Palmer-Wrapped-In-Plastic Twin Peaks. You should see that batshit crazy movie prequel though. There’s David Bowie and a mime. It’s hot.
— David Lynch (@DAVID_LYNCH) May 16, 2015
Showtime president David Nevins also released a hokey statement (via CNET):
“This damn fine cup of coffee from Mark [Frost] and David tastes more delicious than ever. Totally worth the extra brewing time and the cup is even bigger than we expected. David will direct the whole thing which will total more than the originally announced nine hours. Preproduction starts now!”
Twin Peaks made me realize that television could be quirky and awesome and not have to be The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (I’m not including you, Original Aunt Viv, don’t meet me at the door). Reboots are usually V/The Bionic Woman/Charlie’s Angels-caliber fuckups. But David Lynch is here. Cue the backwards-talking little people and pie. Cue Ed of Ed’s Gas Farm and his wife Nadine with the eye patch and the greased drape chords. Cue Laura Palmer’s screechy mother played by the amazing Grace Zabriskie. Tighten that tuck and beat that face, David Duchovny!