Twin Peaks Theories and Observations

from: http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/2093/papers/detective43.html<BR>
Falling back into conventional patterns, Cooper realizes the split between fear and desire. As a result of this conscious realization, Cooper will turn into a split self himself:

The self, which had been one, becomes two. Unable to resolve the paradox of the unity of fear and desire, the self seeks to escape its paralysis through division, attempting to obtain the capacity to act by reestablishing the division between fear and desire, self and Other, terror and pleasure. But this division only deepens the paralytic self-hypnosis, and the fragmentation of the self destroys the identity it was meant to preserve ... the enthrallment is unbreakable, trapping the protagonist forever in the Gothic world... The character who can achieve critical, analytical distance from the state of enthrallment, its revelation of the fragility of the self, can escape both the enchantment of its possibilities and enslavement of its horror. Out of the Gothic fantasy comes such a character, the detective. (Day, 26f.)

INT. GREAT NORTHERN BAR - NIGHT

Annie Blackburne enters and sits alone at the bar, curious, uncertain. Will she ever be a part of this world? Annie raises an arm, tentative, to flag the bartender. Her actions are not those of someone timid or shy. But rather the first halting steps of a stranger new to a strange land.

ANNIE: Excuse me?

(off his look)

I'd like something to drink. I'm not exactly sure what.

BARTENDER: Ladies seem to like rum.

ANNIE: Rum. I'll have one, please. With...?

BARTENDER: Tonic.

The bartender steps off to fetch and pour. Annie turns her eyes back to the smokey room: couples seated at tables, talking, intimate and close. Annie watches with fascination and regret. A familiar VOICE penetrates her reverie. Agent Cooper.

COOPER: Hello, Annie.

ANNIE: Hi.

COOPER: Could I get you...

Annie notices the bartender has left her a chickentail.

ANNIE: No, thank you. I have rum and tonic.

COOPER: I see.

ANNIE: One of the Sisters put rum in her tea. I've never tasted it before, but it sounds exotic. so I ...

(off his look)

I lived in a convent for five years. I might as well be from Mars.

COOPER: You're doing fine. You're here, on your own. And you have rum and tonic.

Cooper speaks with quiet humor and affection. Just the support Annie needs. She smiles appreciatively, lifts the glass to her lips, takes a drink. Reacts curiously. Not unpleasant.

Cooper watches her gazing at the room, the wonder and doubt in her eyes. Annie senses him watching her, Cooper wonders:

COOPER: It's all new to you. Everything.

ANNIE: I feel constantly amazed ... stunned. Music, people. The way they laugh and talk. Some of them so clearly in love. It's like a foreign language to me. I know just enough of the words to realize how little I understand.

COOPER: I'd like to see the world through your eyes.

ANNIE: Why?

COOPER: There are things I would do differently if I had the chance to start over again.

ANNIE: Me too.

Annie pauses, as if to consider a painful memory. She reaches for her glass of water, her sleeve lifts up, reveals scars on her wrist. Cooper sees it, says nothing. But Annie knows he saw them.

ANNIE: The thing is, I've failed before. I'm afraid I might fail again.

COOPER: Do you want to talk about it?

ANNIE (simply, without rancor): Not yet.

A beat. Cooper peers at Annie, feels something turn inside his heart. He falls in love.

COOPER: Can I help you, Annie?

ANNIE: Can you?

COOPER: Show you the world. Will you let me?

ANNIE (after a beat): I'm stubborn. Extremely willful.

COOPER: I can handle that.

ANNIE: Some people think I'm weird.

COOPER: I know the feeling.

ANNIE: I can't promise you I'd always make sense, or do the things you expect me to.

COOPER: I don't expect anything.

ANNIE (beat, then a big smile): Then I accept your kind and generous offer.

Cooper smiles in kind, reaches out to touch Annie's hand and hold it, just below the scars. He's wanted to touch her from the first moment they met.

*faints from the romance of it all

I can't wait to see this episode, is there anything more romantic on the planet?

I think not 🙂

Interesting. I wonder if they sell the music from the series in stores?

The Nightingale
Written by: David Lynch (lyrics), Angelo Badalamenti (music)


The nightingale
It said to me
There is a love
meant for me
The nightingale
It flew to me
And told me
That it found my love.

He said one day
I'll meet you
Our hearts will fly
With the nightingale.

The nightingale
He told me
One day
You will be with me.

The nightingale
Said he knew
That your love
Would find my love one day

My heart flies
With the nightingale
Through the night
All across the world.

I long to see you
To touch you
To love you
Forever more.

Thanks, jackbutter. I'll have to buy some twin peaks music...or i suppose i could download it...i think i tried to before and i couldn't find any though.

I have a Sam Goody store in the mall I could go to. I don't actually *have* it, but it's there.

really? you wouldn't? they're overpriced?

and really? they're going out of business?

maybe they'll have some sales happening then...lol

we have a Musichead, locally owned, small business, but they are REALLY WEIRD...I've always been freaked to go there...but I guess I could...