Saturday November 6th 2010
Two weeks ago today (how’s that for up-to-the-minute online reportage?) I went to the Twin Peaks Weekender at the Battersea Arts Centre. It was awesome, and it’s only taken me 14 days to get around to writing about it because Sandra Hebron insisted on having her little two-week party at the same time. Anyway, here I am and here’s how it was:
As well as an audio-visual set-up that made Secret Cinema look like a portable television suspended on a piece of string, the weekend boasted a ‘takeover’ of the entire BAC building, with special rooms like the one above hidden throughout the Grade II listed ex-Town Hall.
There were dance rooms, libraries, themed performances and even a life drawing class. Check this shit out:
As with any event worth its salt, the weekend also had a dedicated Twitter hashtag (#LynchLockIn) and they’d set up a projector showing a live feed of the comments. Obviously, hilarity ensued…
At the end of the day (or should I say ‘weekend’ *chortle*) though, it was the series itself that proved the biggest success. Twin Peaks suits marathon-style watching very well, and benefits massively from the ‘collective viewing experience’.
If you haven’t seen it (or haven’t seen it recently), I hereby demand that you rush to your nearest Amazon.co.uk and purchase the Gold Box. It is unequivocally required viewing.
Finally, as evening approached on the following Sunday, the final episode concluded (CLIFFHANGER ALERT) and the weary fanatics piled out onto Lavender Hill. I imagine most of them were thinking the same thing I was.
Everyone back to mine for Fire Walk With Me!