A film my teenage mind could’ve probably done without, much as I loved it at the time, David Lynch’s “Fire Walk With Me”:
How Laura Palmer died, in case you never wanted to know, for those who cared much for the Twin Peaks tv series:
I wound up watching “Fire Walk With Me” first before purchasing the Twin Peaks series since it had came out back when I was too young to care about it. Not a big fan of the tv series, to be frank, but the film “Fire Walk With Me” made a big impression. Pretty sure I first viewed it after I met my (now ex-)husband, so probably when I was 18 or 19 then. Fucked me all up. Watched it many times. Particularly disturbing to learn David Lynch created that film with the help of his own daughter. That must be one hell of a relationship, if not entirely screwy.
Wouldn’t try viewing that one with my dad. Doubt he’d even care for it. Was uncomfortable enough, though, when he suggested we watch “Hedwing and the Angry Inch” back when I was 21 (said he also got my younger brother to view it with him too — not sure what all that was about, was afraid to ask). This being its trailer:
That trailer didn’t do the film justice. I remember it being pretty depressing actually. Gender discord, botched surgery, failed romances and despair.