Blue Velvet

I have watched Blue Velvet (on Tivo) like five times in the past two weeks. Sicko. Twice was to show others the part where Dennis Hopper gets hardcore creepy and hilarious. Oh, Dennis Hopper. You are a bad man. 

 When I was a wee maiden I had these reoccurring dreams where a phone would ring or a door bell and then I would lose my mind and chaos would ensue in a very subtle way. Usually it would involve a mysterious blond boy whose face would turn to horror. I would see this a close-up on the boy’s mouth. He was usually out of view, on the other side of the door or the phone. David Lynch films make me feel the same way except for Blue Velvet. It just makes me chuckle.

I don’t think I have ever really chuckled. Have I ?