Imagine a space station...with light switches. Imagine a secret base...with push doors. Imagine, seriously, because our low budget Canadian production needs some help to pull this off.

I’m genuinely flabbergasted by this layout. It flat out sucks. A real headache. I’m not even sure I care about staying here. Between the increased tabloid stuff and this, ugh.

And then the parasitic worms will devour the remaining grey nugget inside their skulls and vacate through the nostrils in search of a new host.

Wasn’t the line Mr. C said to Richard Horne from the last episode: “Don’t ever threaten me again.”? In the context of what happens to Richard Horne, I really wish the line was, “That’s the last time you’ll threaten me.”

She has and always will be Wonder Bread incarnate.

They are simply divine, the sort of bitchy things you only expect from a smart and snarky friend.

I agree to a certain point. Twin Peaks of old was very uneven in the second season, yet it remained a mostly character driven affair like the first. There are great character moments in the revival, yet I cannot help but feel something’s missing, a vital essence. For every wonderful Mr. Jackpot’s, there’s a whole…