Twin Peaks: The Entire Mystery Blu-ray review

With the steady, ongoing rise of streaming media, encyclopedic TV-on-Disc collections are heading the way of the dodo bird. So when a classy Blu-ray box set such as Twin Peaks: The Entire Mystery hits the market, it’s worthy of celebration. Peaks, with its modest number of installments (30 episodes, two of which are movie-length), is the perfect show to which extra-special treatment should be given, especially in light of its cult following—which, ironically, has increased over recent years thanks to the series’ availability on streaming.

As with the Peaks Gold Box DVD collection from 2007, content producer Charles de Lauzirika is the man that should be celebrated here. Among de Lauzirika’s other home video credits are The Alien Quadrilogy and Blade Runner: The Final Cut, so the guy knows what fans want and this Blu-ray is no exception. But before moving on to the fine collection de Lauzirika has assembled, let’s talk Peaks for a bit.

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A History of Ultraviolence

Ultraviolence – the word, not the idea – was invented in 1962 when Anthony Burgess published his novel, A Clockwork Orange. While the book may have raised some eyebrows, reading about the atrocities perpetrated by teen thug Alex and his droogies was one thing; seeing them committed to the big screen by master cinema stylist Stanley Kubrick was quite another. Allegations of copycat crimes followed and the controversy eventually grew so frightening that the film was withdrawn from circulation in England for 27 years, apparently at Mr. Kubrick's request. Meanwhile in the U.S., it was one of only two productions to receive both an X rating and a Best Picture Oscar nomination. Today, we have another word for "ultraviolence" – just another Saturday night at the movies.

Now that a new 40th Anniversary Blu-ray edition of Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange is upon us, it seems like a good time to take a look back at what was once considered extreme film violence and what still is considered the outer limits of what you can, or should want to, show on a motion picture or television screen. Yes, graphic violence in major productions had been exploding since the moment Alfred Hitchcock blindsided audiences with the Psycho shower scene in 1960. It would take some time before the kind of extreme shocks once sought out only by the hardiest of grindhouse horror fans could be seen by anyone with a subscription to basic cable.

Stay with us now, as somewhat squeamish but ever-fascinated cinema chicken Bob Westal and hardened connoisseur of the horrific Ross Ruediger take you on a journey through movies that were once called "ultraviolent," movies that are still pretty ultraviolent, and movies that are something well past that. We'll move from a time when the death of a couple of pretty and sympathetic gangsters shocked the sensibilities of many, to the present moment when truly shocking an audience seems to require an ultra-twisted imagination. Viddy this.

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Alice in Wonderland (1966)

With the impending release of Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland we’ve been inundated with press releases of DVDs for what seem like nearly every version of the Lewis Carroll story ever put to film. It’s all being released or rereleased on DVD due to the awareness of the new film. The one I jumped at – due to a combination of the cast, its reputation, and its unavailability in the U.S. – was this take which was made for BBC television in 1966. To be sure, this version owes more to feature film than BBC TV. Burton may think he’s redefined Alice, but he’s wrong. Surely nobody’s ever explored this story the way Jonathan Miller did 44 years ago – nope, not even the porn musical from the ‘70s with Kristine DeBell. Admittedly, I’ve yet to see Burton’s movie, but come on…

There’s little that’s jolly or wondrous about this take, and yet that very approach makes it a wonder to behold. Shot in crisp black and white (which on this DVD is nearly spotless), the story unfolds like some kind of dream from Ingmar Bergman, or perhaps even more like a nightmare from David Lynch. While all the hallmarks of the Carroll story are present, their execution is mostly unexpected. The most glaring omission is the absence of talking animals and childlike wonder. There are no elaborate costumes or walking cards or giant mushrooms here, yet it remains a work of utter fantasia. Alice (Anne-Marie Mallick) sees the White Rabbit (Wilfrid Brambell, Paul’s grandfather in A Hard Day’s Night) and follows him into a dreamy state that has no singing flowers, or Tweedledum or Tweedledee – after all, that duo first appeared in Carroll’s sequel, so they’re not part of this action. It’s a loose interpretation of the events within the first book. If you know the story, you really don’t need a recap. If, for whatever reason you don’t know the story, then this DVD is probably not for you. It’s for people who’ve seen version after version of the same story but are seeking something different.

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Peyton Place: Part One

It doesn’t take long after putting in the first disc of Peyton Place to see that it must have been a huge influence on David Lynch, ultimately taking his imagination down the path that eventually led to Twin Peaks (and to a different degree, Blue Velvet).

Peyton Place is a town full of secrets. It’s been put on slow boil, ready to erupt at any minute. Its characters’ lives are all so intertwined with one another, it’s amazing that anyone has a secret to keep, but that’s alright, because it’s all the more gripping when the skeletons come tumbling out of the closets. Peyton Place is a small, New England town full of doctors and high school students, the sane and the mentally unhinged, the good, the bad, and all those in between. It even features a mill with a complex family history as a major backdrop, which Lynch perhaps added to his series as an acknowledgement of the town in which the swaying trees and waterfalls of Twin Peaks were rooted. If you’ve never watched Twin Peaks, my advice would be to go buy the complete series box set, and then come back and watch Peyton Place. If, however, you are a Peaks devotee, then have I got a series for you (minus, of course, all the Lynchian weirdness like log ladies, giants and dwarfs).

Peyton Place was essentially TV’s first primetime soap opera. Based on the hit book and movie of the same name, the series was quite the runaway hit coming out of the gate, and having now seen 31 episodes of it, I understand why. It’s addictive television in a way that only the best soap operas have the power to be.

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Roman along, Singin' a song...

How far are you willing to go to keep your marriage/relationship together?

Think about it for a little bit.

Whatever point you’ve arrived at, I’d wager it isn’t anywhere near as far as Oscar (Peter Coyote) and Mimi (Emmanuelle Seigner) go to keep theirs afloat.

"Afloat" is a noteworthy word, too, since the wraparound, secondary storyline in Roman Polanski’s 1992 romance/chess match/smut fest, Bitter Moon, takes place aboard a cruise ship bound for India.

But most of the film takes place in the past, primarily in Paris, as handicapped Oscar's reminiscence to fellow passenger Nigel (Hugh Grant) - a bored Englishman in search of anything resembling something other than his paint by numbers marriage to Fiona (Kristen Scott Thomas) – about how he met and fell for Mimi and how he came to be in a wheelchair today.

Almost in shifts, Oscar and Mimi’s relationship goes from sweet to passionate to perverse to sour to cruel to sadistic and where it may go from there, well, you’ll just have to watch to find out. When Fiona asks Mimi (whom Nigel gets a hard-on for at first sight) if she and Oscar are also going to India, she replies, "[We’re going] further. Much further…", as Vangelis' ominous, beautiful, and highly underrated score swells over the soundtrack.

Sydney Pollack once said when deciding on whether or not to make a film, he first considered if he’d like to have dinner with the main characters. Pollack never would have made Bitter Moon as nobody would ever want to have dinner with Oscar and Mimi, nor likely Nigel and Fiona either. Polanski gets this, and one scene, where the two couples attempt to have dinner together, is weirdly uncomfortable in one of those unspoken kind of ways.

Bitter Moon used to be the kind of film I’d show potential girlfriends. A woman who can’t take what it dishes up is someone I probably couldn’t be with for any length of time. I realize that means I’m asking a lot of the female sex, but a guy’s got to set some precedents, and I don’t want to delude someone into thinking she’s getting something easier than the potential reality of me. It’d be a waste of my time and hers. Good thing for me Jeanne likes it, but she doesn’t take it nearly as seriously as I do – this is probably to her credit.

Because for all its posturing drama and trips through the hills and valleys of relationships, Bitter Moon is a farce…a tragic farce, no doubt, but a farce nonetheless. It hits me emotionally in the sickest part of my heart and I love that about it. It’s a completely polarizing film: you’ll either admire its audacity or be sickened by its depravity. It is audacious and it is depraved, and whether one sees it as a success or a failure would probably be measured through a reconciliation of the two.

“In the eyes of every woman, I could see the reflection of the next.” – Oscar

Coyote has a lot of dialogue throughout the film (usually in voiceover) that sounds like the above - creative to a degree, but pompous and bloated on most every other level. It’s easy to look at it as bad dialogue, but take into account that Oscar is a failed writer; a wannabe Hemingway, who simply never had the connections or talent to make it work. The “bad” dialogue makes sense in that context, and thus on the part of the filmmakers becomes good dialogue.

Mimi seems to be the only person in the world who loves Oscar’s writing, and in turn he has contempt for her admiration. This is an idea I can understand, although it’s a fundamental flaw in the human species. Eric Bogosian uttered a great bit of dialogue in Talk Radio: “There’s nothing more boring than people who love you.” Oscar gets bored with Mimi, and it can be easy to get bored with love, as the most exciting part is always at the beginning. After that, reality sets in, and it’s all about just being there for and putting up with one another when the novelty fades. This is an idea Mimi understands very well, as women often seem to, and she resents Oscar for his failure to grasp the simple notion. She is damn well not letting this one go, and if he isn’t willing to work at it, she’ll go to whatever lengths it takes to make it work.

This is the role of a lifetime for Coyote, who’s an engaging actor, but like Oscar himself, has often times been put to the back of the line. It’s a meaty role for Seigner as well, who was (and still is) Polanski’s wife, which somewhat recalls David Lynch’s throwing of Isabella Rossellini headfirst into Dorothy Vallens in Blue Velvet. She has exactly the right mix of naiveté and ruthlessness that makes the character tick. I’ve often wondered what she and Polanski talked about when coming home from the set every night or if they sometimes talk about the movie to this day, or if even, just possibly, it’s a factor of sorts in the pair still being together after all these years. It’s hard to imagine a marital challenge greater than being wed to Roman Polanski.

If you dislike Hugh Grant, then you’re in luck, because he isn’t onscreen all that much, but if like me you’re an unapologetic fan, then it’s a noteworthy look into the actor pre-Four Weddings and a Funeral. His Four Weddings co-star, Kristen Scott Thomas, has the toughest job, as she’s given the least with which to work, or at least that’s the case until…

I’ve already said too much. Most people don’t like this movie. You probably won't like this movie, but I'm pretty sure it won't bore you. I can almost guarantee, based on what I’ve written, that you already know whether or not Bitter Moon is your cup of tea. And if you rent it and it’s not, please don’t come up behind me, tap my shoulder, and throw the cup of tea in my face.

P.S. If anybody out there reading has access to the soundtrack or the Vangelis score for Bitter Moon, please contact me. I've searched far and wide for it for years, with no luck.