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 Rated 1 out of 5
Arrogant and Self-Indulgent Direction Ruins Film
David Lynch, self-indulgence is thy name. Regardless of the immense amount of praise for his work, he remains the most overrated director of all time. Blue Velvet reveals the classic Lynch style, which essentially is a postmodern hodgepodge of the unreal and bizzare converging to a whole lot of nothing. Bizzare imagery and absurdity aside, Lynch indulges in the absurd with no real message. A single song is repeatedly sang/played as a "commentary" on the banality of modern romance / music. It reveals nothing groundbreaking, nor does it do it in an entertaining manner. Lynch has a large cult following, which is pivotal to the health of his career. Yes, he rarely has aspired to the mainstream, but those within his following are deeply disturbed. It is through the interpretation of Lynch fanboys that Lynch’’s "throw it against the wall to see if it sticks" style can possibly be seen as anything but fractured and ill-concieved. Many of these interpretations (i.e., multi-layered structure) try to rationalize and enhance what essentially are hollow films, brimming with style and lacking of substance. David Lynch has a wonderfully bizzare mind, but when that mind tries to paint the celluoid canvas of the cinema, it fails miserably to convey anything of value. Blue Velvet leaves the viewer disoriented, and not in such a manner as to arouse deep thought or contemplation. Its the type of disorientation that drives one to alcohol and/or narcoctics as an attempt to rid themselves of the horror of another Lynch film. Rated 5 out of 5!
Sex, knives, oxygen and bugs, YUMMY!
Relish this great director’’s (maybe)best film in which ordinary places turn into nightmares ( seconds into the film the hero’’s dad gets stung by a bee then choked almost to death by a garden hose) and nightmare turns into dream (the hero, Kyle McLachlan, is confronted by the woman he has been spying on from her closet within her flat (Ms Rosselini). She wields a VERY large knife once used as a prop in PSYCHO, orders him to strip, then kneels in front him and the viewer is uncertain whether she is going to castrate the naughty boy or fellate him. In the event she does not castrate him.) Set design Interiors reflect in every detail the weird and not so weird personalities of the characters - in Dorothy’’s flat (Ms Rosselini) there is a garish yellow record player next to the mauve sofa with its red velveteen cushions, pink walls, candy carpet, green steam heater and kitsch peuce green flower pots. The characters seem larger than life - has the girl next door ever oozed as much sex as Ms Laura Dern? Has there ever been a cheap nighclub singer more beautiful than Ms Rosselini and has such beauty every been stripped so bare by the end of the film, a performance of incredible courage. What is it all about? It’’s all about a boy’’s adventure. The boy (Kyle McLachlan) asks at one point "Why are there people like Frank?" speaking of whom, when Frank (Dennis Hopper) places the fingers and thums of his right hand together and points them at your forehead, be afraid, be VERY afraid. Much to relish for the cinema lover. A diamond amongst the pap.
To be treasured on DVD.
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