“Five minutes spent on Trent Reznor’s loud, mournful wailing. A song that might as well have been written for Laura Palmer. “I can’t remember what she came here for,” he sings. “She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone away.” Lynch pulls focus on the heart of his story in this moment before whisking us into a nightmare past. Laura Palmer is the heart of it all. She is a vision of innocence corrupted, molested and killed by her father. Her spirit in gold, gifted to the world, like some celestial force for an enduring good in all the madness.”

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