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For David Lynch, 1986's Blue Velvet was the motion picture which cemented his moviemaking credentials in a way that his prior efforts were unable to achieve. Such is the reputation of Lynch in the 21st Century that it's easy to forget that back in 1986 he was only predominantly recognised for his directorial efforts on The Elephant Man. Aside from the low-budget '80s cult favourite Eraserhead, Lynch had not yet found an outlet in which he could exercise his unique talent for darkly comic drama and visual poetry. Blue Velvet changed this, and consequently Lynch was never again a gun for hire on a movie which was not written or conceived by him. When cinema pundits refer to something as "Lynchian", they are typically referencing the stylistic approach and themes which are on full display in Blue Velvet. A thematically rich, disturbing, enthralling tour de force, the film peels back the curtains of picturesque American suburbia to shed light on the seedy underside which is rarely seen. In this way, it's the cinematic cousin of Sam Mendes' American Beauty.
In the sleepy, picturesque town of Lumberton, USA, young Jeffrey Beaumont (MacLachlan) is utterly bored with his life. After Jeffrey's father is hospitalised upon suffering a heart attack, Jeffrey has no choice but to help with the family business. While wandering through the fields near his home one afternoon, Jeffrey unexpectedly discovers a severed human ear. He takes it to the local police station where Detective Williams (Dickerson) opens an investigation. When he's bluntly told by Williams to forget his discovery, Jeffrey's curiosity is piqued and he becomes determined to solve the mystery himself with some assistance from Williams' daughter Sandy (Dern). Before long, a dark, seedy and evil side of town begins to surface, as Jeffrey encounters washed-up lounge singer Dorothy Vallens (Rossellini) and the out-of-control Frank Booth (Hopper), as well as a cavalcade of characters who are far removed from small-town sweetness.
Among the many pleasures of Blue Velvet is watching the multi-layered, intricate mystery unravel and develop. Consequently, it would be criminal to spoil anything else. The narrative is completely unpredictable, and the fusion of plot-based thriller, erotic drama, noir and surrealism makes this a truly enthralling experience. Blue Velvet is undoubtedly at the more conventional end of the Lynch spectrum, as the story moves in an uncomplicated, linear direction. Interestingly, the first act plays out like an edgy, '40s film noir pastiche. During this section, it does not take long to become drawn into the quirky but warm world and become intrigued by the mystery at the centre of the film. From here, however, Lynch steers the film in another direction - slowly and inexorably, the tension levels are ratcheted up as Jeffrey's investigation intensifies and crosses the line into voyeurism. Once Frank Booth enters the picture, though, everything goes to hell in a handbasket. Blue Velvet is also a masterpiece of style and atmosphere. Lynch generated an effective noir feel, but the movie is additionally permeated with a small-town essence, and these two feelings mix together to generate a unique look and feel.
Blue Velvet's opening sequence is a tour de force. Images are shown which are exported from the American Dream, with perfect houses complemented by white picket fences and immaculately manicured yards. Suddenly, the happiness vanishes as a man collapses to the ground. The camera follows him before burrowing into the ground; parting the blades of grass to reveal a colony of swarming bugs. This image conveys that perfection often hides deeply-rooted rot; that dreams can easily turn into nightmares; and that corruption is everywhere. Essentially, this opening scene holds the whole of Blue Velvet in microcosm; the contention that a malevolent rash of violence and moral decay festers underneath the surface of the American Dream. In this sense, Blue Velvet is a very downbeat picture. As a matter of fact, the only hint of optimism comes at the end: the sun emerges, the sky is blue, a jolly robin appears, and everything seems right in the world. Again, a veneer of perfection is presented. But then the robin is seen holding a beetle in its beak. The movie has thus come full circle brilliantly. It emphasises that the American Dream may be alive and well, but the rot and corruption nonetheless remains beneath the surface...ready to emerge at any time.
As Jeffrey Beaumont, Kyle MacLachlan is the perfect clean-cut boy. MacLachlan afforded a sense of innocence to the part which serves him well, and it's due to this quality that we can identity with the character as he begins his downward spiral into Dorothy and Frank's hellish world. In the role of Sandy, a young Laura Dern is the essential embodiment of the prim and proper good girl. Alongside this pair, Isabella Rossellini's performance is outstanding. Rossellini was able to capture the full breadth of Dorothy's complex personality - her vulnerability, degeneracy, desperation and longing, as well as her hatred for Frank and need for him. In all of her scenes, it's clear that Dorothy is mentally unstable and borderline psychotic, and Rossellini conveyed this with aplomb.
Also in the cast is Dennis Hopper. In his lifetime, Hopper played a number of vicious creatures, but never before or since did Hopper essay a role as sinister and purely evil as Frank; one of the most horrific, spine-chilling villains to grace the silver screen. Another masterstroke was to use Roy Orbison's song In Dreams during a number of Hopper's scenes. The tune contributes to the haunting disposition of these sequences, and, consequently, you will never hear the song the same way ever again. In Frank, Hopper and Lynch created such a spellbinding character that they inadvertently introduced the film's sole downfall - whenever Hopper is not around, the film is never as enthralling as it is whenever Hopper is on-screen. In fact, the lack of Hopper causes sluggish patches from time to time.
There is no doubt that Blue Velvet is full of disturbing moments, most of which involve sadomasochistic behaviour, degradation, sex, and elements of an even darker nature. But it is due to the inclusion of these moments that Blue Velvet succeeds in becoming a true masterpiece in all senses of the world, as none of these elements feel gratuitous or exploitative. Instead, the confrontational material is an intrinsic part of the story and mood, as these terrible things are part of everyday life in this quiet, peaceful little town. It drives the point home that no town is perfect, because something dark is always lurking beneath the surface called human nature. Thus, Blue Velvet is not an easy watch by any stretch, nor is it for people who like to watch pleasant, huggable movies. Those who can stomach this content, however, will find Lynch's movie to be the indisputable masterpiece that it is. And the more you re-watch the movie, you more you will appreciate it.
9.5/10
