David Lynch's Cigarette Cinema

The kitchen of Laura Palmer’s house is dark although it’s morning, and her mother Sarah Palmer is smoking, calling for her daughter to get ready for school. From the dead look on her face, she knows on some instinctive level what is about to happen; in a way, it is the moment she’s awaited all her life. “Laura!! Now means now! Laura?! Laura, honey, are you downstairs…?!” The ceiling fan turns, stirring the terror with its indifferent blades.