It seems like yesterday that I eagerly watched to find out who killed Laura Palmer.
I loved this show all the way up to when they solved the murder...then it kind of went funny in the head. I think its success, which I don't think the show's producers expected, spoiled the show. They had to come up with more episodes to keep the franchise going.
While it was in top form, it was amazing, like this brief scene at the end of one crucial episode. It combines dread, the uncanny, and great sadness all in a couple of minutes. I love the use of color such as the cold brilliant spot light intruding upon the dark lush reds. Angelo Badalamenti's lush symphonic score and Julee Cruise's ethereal and poignant singing are the perfect counterparts.
Even though it takes up 2 YouTube posts, it's actually very short.