"Hey, you wanna go for a ride?"

"No thanks."

"No thanks? What does that mean?"

"I don't wanna go."

"Go where?"

"For a ride."

"A ride! Now that's a good idea!"

Some people seem to think Frank Booth is a funny and humorous character... I don't know what kind of gas these people are inhaling, because he is easily one of cinema's most frightening creations.

A hypnotic trip to the hell that dwells beneath and within the seemingly pristine idea of suburbia, Blue Velvet isn't without David Lynch's warped sense of humour, but it's darkness that ends up oppressing the film.

It's Lynch's fucking masterpiece.