Blue Velvet (1986)

Review by David Jenkins @daveyjenkins

Directed by

David Lynch

Starring

Dennis Hopper Isabella Rossellini Kyle MacLachlan

Anticipation.

Always a pleasure to pay a visit to Lumberton.

Enjoyment.

Still wields an intense, singular, evil power.

In Retrospect.

Every viewing yields new insights. A berserko modern classic.

David Lynch’s peek behind the curtain of smalltown USA remains as beautiful and unnerving as ever.

David Lynch’s 1986 film Blue Velvet says that we’re all evil in some aspect or another. This evil might manifest itself as raging violence, exemplified by Dennis Hopper’s thousand-yard maniac, Frank Booth, who cruises around the quaint town of Lumberton with a personal mandate to fuck anything that moves.

On the other side of the coin is our amateur gumshoe hero, Jeffrey Beaumont (Kyle MacLachlan), the softly-spoken, clean cut kid who wades into Frank’s underworld armed with an eerie erotic fixation, a macho death wish and a fondness for Heineken beer. Caught in the middle is Isabella Rossellini’s Dorothy Vallens, a sad-eyed lounge singer who gives herself over to physical abuse in a bid to save her kidnapped son.

Perhaps “evil” isn’t the right term to describe Dorothy. She’s fractured and bruised, driven to the cusp of insanity. The film is often seen as exploring the ironic juxtaposition between friendly smalltown America and the nastiness that lurks beneath its wipe-clean surface. Yet 30 years down the line, the film appears to be more about thrill-seeking than it is about evil. Blue Velvet is a story about the things we do to entertain ourselves within a vacuum of art and culture. Jeffrey is a closet weirdo, uninterested in sports trials and proms and the wellbeing of his own paralysed father.

When he finds a severed ear in the long grass, his subsequent journey isn’t one powered by civic concern, but a feeling that he finally has something to do with his time. Frank, too, has taken ownership of Lumberton, not because he wants to, because he can. Blue Velvet is about how America is an idea, a surface, an indistinct image. It’s about the simple ways we can corrupt that image for personal gain. It’s perhaps Lynch’s most trenchant and political film.

Published 2 Dec 2016

Tags: David Lynch

Anticipation.

Always a pleasure to pay a visit to Lumberton.

Enjoyment.

Still wields an intense, singular, evil power.

In Retrospect.

Every viewing yields new insights. A berserko modern classic.

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