Several months ago, I fell deeply in love. Her name was Twin Peaks, and she blew into my life on a gust from the Pacific Northwest with a damn fine cup of coffee in hand. Sure, I was familiar with her — you can’t be an American consumer of media without hearing about The Log Lady, Agent Dale Cooper or The White Lodge from time to time — but I had no idea that David Lynch intended to suck me into an obsessive relationship with a townful of adulterers and suspiciously mature-looking high school kids with lousy attendance records. Released in 1992 — one year after the series’ anticlimactic cancellation — Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me functions as something of a prologue despite its technical classification as prequel. Documenting the morbid and self-destructive days leading up to the death of beloved town “it girl” Laura Palmer, Fire Walk With Me lacks the sort of wry, knowing humor Lynch coated each episode of the series in. It makes up, however, with remarkably twisted imagery and surprisingly deft performances from Chris Isaac, Kiefer Sutherland and a tropical-looking David Bowie. In its time, FWWM was pretty much universally panned — likely due to inaccessibility for non-Peaks fans — but one thing’s certain for fans and non-fans alike: When the howling façade of BOB makes its climactic cameo, it will send chills down your garmonbozia.