...may be the single weirdest hour of television ever produced. Seriously. If the first seven episodes were David Lynch not giving a fuck about what people expect and doing whatever he wanted, then this is him just letting go and not even thinking about what he wants but just disintegrating his ideas into pure patterns of light and sound. It makes Eraserhead look like Bicycle Thieves. It's beautiful, it's horrifying, and it's... rrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeally fucking weird, and somehow still advances the plot more than maybe any other episode in the entire series, and I love it, I love it, I love it.