In Dreams

   

   

I've noticed, of late, that much of the traffic on this unassuming little blog is generated by the oft' mentioned Don't Touch The Watch. While I am more than content to bask in reflected glory, I can't help but surmise that those who end up here, via that route, find themselves disappointed by the absence of cannibal corpses, zombies from outer space, & women impaled on sticks. Though I can't promise any of the aforementioned, today's post is an attempt, of sorts, to service slightly edgier palates.

David Lynch is certainly no stranger to the dark side of life, an assertion that was confirmed once again during our recent viewing of his 1986 movie, Blue Velvet. Heavily indebted to both film noir & gothic fiction, it makes for fairly gristly viewing, perhaps in part because of its associations with Freudian & Oedipal theories. Highlights include: Isabella Rossellini in a fetching eighties wig, Dennis Hopper as one of the most hateworthy movie villains I can recall (along with this guy & this guy), & a particularly unsettling collection of cronies.
   

   

Meanwhile, an expertly chosen soundtrack - featuring Shostakovich & songwriting legend, Roy Orbison - belies the onscreen violence, as do grainy movie stills that illustrate Lynch's fondness for a run-through motif, with recurrent images in red, white &, predictably enough, blue:
    

Some especially avid fans have managed 

to create a vegan Blue Velvet themed cake, 

featuring an impressively lifelike severed ear.