Blue Velvet is trademark David Lynch.

The plot, which is actually quite straightforward in comparison to some of Lynch's other works, centers around Jeffrey Beaumont's quest to delve into the mystery surrounding a severed human ear he discovers in a field near his small town home.

Saying that it involves a bumpy, thematically enticing, yet sometimes gruesome ride into bizarro country is almost redundant, given that I already classified the film as trademark David Lynch.

The standout acting performance comes from Dennis Hopper as the villian Frank, playing the role to its utterly abominable perfection. (Dennis Hopper always makes a good villian, but he's especially nasty in this one.)

Props also to Isabella Rossellini, who had the unenviable task of portraying the haggard femme fatale, Dorothy. (One of the reasons Ebert disliked the film was because of what he viewed as mistreatment of Rossellini's dignity as an actress in the film to no good purpose. I disagree, and Rossellini's statements on the dvd documentary prove beyond any doubt that she herself had no problem doing what was necessary to render a compelling performance of the character. In my view, she, along with Lynch and the rest of the cast, succeeded.)

Not one for the squeamish or pure of mind (at least if such a mind is to stay pure), Blue Velvet is a rockin psychological tornado into the tripped out zone of Lynch land. As Eric Cartman might say, Sweet.