REVIEW
Director Lynch unleashes his demented imagination with all its perversely poetic force. Both witty and luridly beautiful, the film is part mystery, part surrealist dream. Lynch uses the postcard perfect town of Lumberton to plunge into an all-embracing ritual of sinful crime, sadism and redemption. MacLachlan innocently discovers a human ear in his backyard one day and is quickly drawn into the sordid, masochistic world of a nightclub singer (Rossellini). Hopper is at his lunatic best as the all-powerful psychotic drug thug Frank Booth. Blue Velvet is a piece of primal pop art, an erotic parable with trance-like power.