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Holy Shit, Batman.
I'm.. I'm.. I'm..
I'm speechless.
It's indubitably much better than I remembered it, and I remembered it fondly; reverentially, even.
I'm up to the 3rd episode, so by the time I'm finished, I wan't to see a healthy discussion, okay?
Things I like so far:
- The disturbing touches which are sprinkled delicately throughout, like in ep. 1 where a senile old man beds Marlow -- it had a creepy quality that's often found in Lynch's oeuvre. And in ep. 3 where a trainride becomes a feverish nightmare.
- How the separate strands of stories - the present, past and the imaginary - gradually melt together as the series progresses.
- The allusions to traumatic events that are slowly brought to the surface, while Marlow's skin clears. |
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