Blue Velvet (1986)

David Lynch's Blue Velvet was a subliminal and strange film. 

To this day the image of Dean Stockwell as Ben lip-synching to Candy Colored Clown while Dennis Hopper as Frank goes into sexual raptures is etched in the mind of those who watched it.

Not to mention a stark naked Isabella Rosellini ("I have you inside of me") holding a knife to Kyle MacLachlan (Jeffrey) and telling him to touch her breasts . . .

Don't try to follow the plot too closely. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. The movie opens with shots of small-town America. Roses blow in the breeze wafting through a graveyard. 

A man watering his lawn has a stroke. The earth rumbles. Black creatures rise from the soil . . . and a boy finds a human ear in the woods.

The boy is naive Jeffrey Beaumont, played by Kyle MacLachlan, and he decides to do some investigating on his own, enlisting the aid of a local cop's daughter, Sandy (Laura Dern), to solve the mystery.

He ends up getting swept into a world of sex and violence and a sinister plot involving a sleazy nightclub singer (Isabella Rossellini) whose husband and baby have been kidnapped by Frank Booth (Dennis Hopper - brilliant as a psychotic who beats women, sucks oxygen from a breathing mask, and says "fuck" more often than Al Pacino in Scarface).

From this point on, nothing in Blue Velvet makes one shred of sense. "It's a strange world," says the ossified Jeffrey. It's an even stranger movie. As is David Lynch's norm, the film is full of bizarre characters and scenes (in one scene, MacLachlan performs the chicken walk for Laura Dern - erm, Why? who knows).

Dennis Hopper finally goes berserk - He holds the record in this movie for saying the most F-words in one sentence in movie history.

Blue Velvet is quite probably one of the sickest films ever made . . .

At one point, while Jeffrey hides in the closet, the lunatic Frank pulls out his oxygen mask, inhales large doses, slams his fist into one of Isabella's orifices that is not her ear, and stuffs her bathrobe down her throat before sexually mutilating her.

The local police chief is found tortured and electrocuted, riddled with bullets and sitting upright in an easy chair . . .

We see Isabella wobbling naked across somebody's front lawn covered with teeth marks and cigarette burns . . . you get the picture?

Violence, graphic sex and nudity, sado-masochism and every perversion known to man abound in plentiful supply, accompanied by plenty of lurid camp, eye-rolling acting, idiot dialogue and off-key choruses of Blue Velvet.

You'll never listen to that song the same way again.