>It was popular where we lived: every week the family would gather either with our box of doughnuts or cherry pie, and we would get up and dance along with the little person. I remember being late one week coming home from work, watching it on my little portable tv I could plug into the cigarette lighter in the car.

I somehow never got the whole of it when it was running, probably one of those years when I spent too much time churning code away from home, and I'd forget which day of the week it was.

But couple of years ago I got the whole set of discs from Netflix, and saw it all, properly. Then one daughter did the same on her own (and then, being in Seattle, went on the spot to have that coffee and cherry pie :), then another.

It's just a classic. Our late TV critic Ranko Munitić said that "David Lynch, whatever he does, does it to the end, takes the laws of the genre as far as they would go, does his thing in the genre, moves to the next one. Dune was the ultimate planet romance; Twin peaks was the ultimate soap opera. Note that each time there was a silence a few years after - nobody wanted to be caught imitating him, because they'd look bad in comparison".