I love me some Lynch. In a time when cinema is timid and frightened David Lynch will do anything. Sometimes he makes masterpieces (Blue Velvet) sometimes he makes messes (Dune) but I would still rather watch a Lynch film than any other.

But apparently one thing Lynch won’t do is grant fanboy dreams. Lynch made us go red-eyed when he had a chance to tie up the many, many loose ends he left untied in his cult series/phenomenon Twin Peaks, and instead spent half the run time with Chris Issak, and the other half telling us things we already knew, and a good portion about David Bowie's pre-prestige theories on electricity (And I like the movie folks, you should hear some of the people who hate it rant).

Still despite recent rumors that we may finally learn what makes the cherry pie so damn good, and you know if the main character would stay trapped in hell forever. But Lynch isn’t biting saying on Suicide Girls , “No, somebody asked me about that the other night. I don’t know where that rumour is coming from.” Damn.

Looks like we’ll have to be satisfied with what we have now from the Twin Peaks universe. When you consider that consists of two of the best seasons of network TV ever produced, and a great movie in addition to some damn fine coffee and pie you can’t feel too ripped off.