Somehow, in the middle of plotlines and mood starting to spin out into a fluff that barely resembles the first season, Lynch intervenes to make a cohesive chunk of drama, air tight as the pilot. (He does something similar with the finale.) The poignantly layered, tragic moods of the Roadhouse, sets the tone for the spare, visceral realism of Maddy’s death.
Without Julee’s interlude, the murder might seem gratuitous. The Roadhouse is smoky and lit in dream colors. We generally agree here that these parallel scenes are the lofty artistic peaks of Twin Peaks.
Even more brilliantly, the Roadhouse scene is echoed in Fire Walk With Me. Jung believed that to dream of a building is to dream of the mind. What you find in its rooms are the contents of the unconscious. When Maddy is killed, the Roadhouse, the girl singer, her audience suspended in time, all seem to remember. It acts as the unconscious of Twin Peaks, and the Giant is able to tap in and give the message to Cooper: “It is happening again.”
But what about the other scenes in 14?
For example, the beats and tension are so much more true and meaningful than in other episodes. The acting is better, the soundtrack more artfully used.
At Leo’s, we see Bobby for the little boy he is, brining Shelley to her boiling point. As with Donna and James in the Roadhouse, we never see these two give such nuanced, synched performances at any other point of their silly coma-Leo subplot, played here completely straight.
At Ben’s office, as the fire crackles over Laura’s Theme, Audrey angrily interrogates her father about Laura and One Eyed Jack’s. Ben’s entire posture reads ‘guilt’ here, and he is completely vulnerable in a way he hasn’t been shown before. Audrey’s last reaction shot here is wonderfully complex; there is fear and disbelief tinged with loss, and longing. This is a turning point for both characters.
The cheerleader Nadine scene, which is paired with Shelley’s moment of genuine emotion, is also uncomfortable and strange in a believable way, as opposed to the screwy high camp of the rest of the subplot. It’s cancer-serious, and freaky with the blood and scary musical cue, as she spins on her barstool, hypnotized by the wound.
