We only knew Laura Palmer in fragments. Memories, audio snippets, VHS tapes, crime evidence- we could barely put together a vague idea of who she was through the eyes of other people. Some ed her as the smiling homecoming queen who helped run meals on wheels, and others ed her as the high-priced high school whore who worked weekends at One-Eyed Jack's. A Schrödinger's Girl existing in innocence and depravity synchronously. It is not until we are literally in her…

dreaming without ever falling asleep in the first place. traveling taxi-to-taxi to the deepest, repressed corners of the human mind. straight-up cosmic horror. kubrick's masterpiece. i've never seen anything like it.

the first layer is just the sheer power of kubrick's control over every single aspect of film. four hundred days of psychoanalyzing cruise and kidman (who were actually married at the time!! what the fuck is wrong with them!!), and twisting that relationship until they're white-knuckling the very nature…

life-affirming. a light gust that carefully lifts you through it's heartening, snailpaced narrative and makes you forget all about the "i've got to win against the other guy" capitalist principle/mental state that drives people insane. actually so effective in slowing down the nonstop race in your mind and completely halts the million things you think you are necessary in order to be content with your shitty life. it straight up tells you that living like that will bring you nothing…