Blue Velvet (1986): ***--
David Lynch has always been a hard director for me to critique. His style is, to repeat the obvious, dreamlike and confusing. But with Blue Velvet there is a compelling air of mystery the whole way through. I was not confused as much as I was in, say, Mulholland Drive. The acting performances are stilted and out of place, but that brings a sort of hypnotic feeling to scenes where you just get sucked in, like you're watching aliens solve a mystery. To be honest I enojoyed it the most out of every . The performance of Frank Boone was the dramatic element this film needed to sell itself near the end of the film, and it felt almost Hitchcockian in the way that we're watching a well-paced, well shot mystery with not a lot of bells and whistles hanging from it.
