Much like noble gas vendor Big Ed Hurley (Everett McGill), forever stuck with his deranged, one-eyed wife, Nadine (Wendie Robie), the masterpiece episodes that begin Twin Peaks’ sophomore—and final—season are irrevocably tied to the directionless garbage that concluded David Lynch’s first TV experiment. Delayed for years by a rights tangle of Gordian complexity, this new collection proves that the saga of Laura Palmer’s murder deserves to be ranked alongside Mulholland Drive and Blue Velvet. After the story arc ends in Tim Hunter’s brilliantly directed episode eight, the remainder plays like The X-Files’ entire protracted decline squeezed into 15 installments, loaded with jaw-droppingly bad ideas (including the 35-year-old Nadine becoming a high-school wrestling star) that must have made sense to someone back in 1990--91. Experiencing the entire series without interruption is still a huge pain for newbies (the out-of-print season one now goes for $100 on eBay and the pilot is only available on Asian bootlegs), but the faithful can finally exhale. — Andrew Johnston