…but who’s dream of the world was it? Or was it both: his/hers? Does it matter? (“There’s no place like home-there’s no place like home”). I’ve been waiting to watch Blue Velvet in film class for a couple of weeks, ever since it was bumped for another movie. I had watched it when it first came out, but, understandably, understood not very much, except how much I thought Kyle MacLaughlin looked like KD Lang. Tonight I came home and started reading the screenplay and noticed how much was left out–the beginning is a bit different–and what was put in. Naturally, as I watched it again tonight, I was fascinated with everyone’s ears in the movie, but in the first half, I was more fascinated with the trees. Everytime Sandy and Jeffrey were together they were either flanked by rows of trees, (in one scene they are walking down the street and each has a row of trees over their shoulder) or cut logs were being hauled away on the back of trailers (two scenes show a shot of the outside of the diner, but it gets interrupted by double-trailer trucks hauling away(or bringing in) logs). It came as no surprise to see Jeffrey awake at a lumber mill after he is beaten, and the end of the movie moves back into the trees. “Now it’s dark” Frank says, more than once as if the quality of the dream really could be the white picket fence, the idyllic life, the perfect house, the perfect town, and not the “strange world”. And, everything being double like it is, who’s to say which is the dream and which is reality? I’m going to go with Sandy, and say: “It’s my dream now.”
my GOD but i love that movie. you’ve inspired me to go rent it in the not-too-distant future.
It’s delightfully strange!