Thirteen days in Twin Peaks: Fuck Gene Kelly, you motherfucker!

One of the first things I did when I got back to the big city was go see Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me on the big screen, because I'd never seen it like that before. Still, I almost didn't go because I'm still a bit traumatized by the one time I saw Blue Velvet at a theatre, and the entire experience was ruined by a small part of the audience who couldn't deal with the naked earnestness of the film and made sure everyone knew how much smarter they were by laughing out loud at all the wrong times, but then there was only one punter at the Fire Walk With Me screening who laughed very loudly at all the intentionally daffy bits in the first half, but shut the fuck up for the rest of the movie, so all was right with the world.