Blue Velvet


Dir. David Lynch

USA, 1986

            To state that Blue Velvet is one of my favorite films would be an understatement. Lynch’s authorial stamp, the polarization of the purely innocent and the grotesquely dark that resides beneath, is perfectly exampled in Blue Velvet. With an all-star cast including Kyle MacLachlan, Isabella Rosselini, Laura Dern and Dennis Hopper as well as a spectacularly written and executed script, this film covers all the bases.
            When someone tells me they don’t like a David Lynch film I usually come to one of two conclusions: they didn’t have the attention span to sit through it, or they don’t understand Lynch’s intentions. The whole concept of each and every Lynch film is the foiling of the good versus bad paradigm. The characters that represent innocence and purity are extra innocent and pure, almost to the point of corny 1950’s stature. On the other hand, the characters that represent the dark, deranged undertones of the storyline are superbly dark and deranged. By putting these two opposites next to each other, Lynch is able to amplify the effect of their polarization.
            In Blue Velvet, this motif is easily recognized. Good guy Jeffrey Beaumont, played by Kyle MacLachlan, gets roped into an abusive murder mystery when he finds a severed ear. He runs into several sketchy characters: Dorothy Vallens, beautifully portrayed by Isabella Rosselini, and her maniac captor Frank Booth, played by Dennis Hopper. Forced to deal with his newfound insecurity in his own backyard, Beaumont tries to protect the ones he loves but ends up feeling childish by his own heroic attempts.
            What’s truly remarkable is the acting in the film. Laura Dern, who plays the innocent love interest of MacLachlan, has some dialogue that if played by any other actress would be considered insincere and corny. However, the way Dern plays the lines, she convinces the audience that her character fully believes in what she’s saying. There’s no hint of cynicism or an inch of doubt in her acting. This cements the illusion of the purity of her character. The same can be said for Rosselini, MacLachlan and Hopper’s dialogue. They commit to the lines without fear. They trust Lynch as a writer and a director to know the language of the film.
            Blue Velvet is definitely not for the faint of heart; however, it is worth a look into the work of one of the best American directors of the twentieth century.