Decided that now was the time, after putting it off for so damn long, to finally get to David Lynch's Blue Velvet.
As with all of Lynch's films bar maybe The Straight Story, I'm often compelled to yell "What the hell?" every 5 minutes or so as a coping mechanism. Truly, his worlds, his films, his dialogues are so utterly mesmerically central that you just get lost in the massive surrealism tangents that you don't have time to question all…