Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me

There are not many things I know for sure about the world of Twin Peaks, but of this I'm certain: The dear, deceased Laura Palmer now resides in a far better place. With this movie David Lynch, the mad social architect of this wooded Northwest facsimile of civilization, has built himself a molehill out of what once was a mountain. As Lynch reveals the mundanity behind his mysteries, he's unable to control his obfuscating impulse. Everything is a puzzle and it's as though Lynch lost track of his reasons for making this prequel and got hung up on filming the sordid details that TV won't allow: shots of peeled-back corpse fingernails; close-ups of oscillating uvulas; visions of strange-looking, backward-talking, gyrating weirdos; and uncensored whiffs of sex, cocaine, and families undone. - M.B. [9/4/92] (R, 135 min.) The Alamo is showing a video of the Twin Peaks pilot episode and the one that followed it. Costume prizes will be awarded and of course a special menu featuring black coffee and cherry pie will be served. Everyone entering the theatre must sign a petition to New Line Cinema urging the release of the DVD director's cut of Fire Walk With Me that reportedly includes an additional hour of footage.