Blue Velvet

Blue Velvet played at the Plaza last night. L hadn't seen it so I took her along. A very good viewing overall, though the audience was a little rowdy for my taste.

Audiences tend to be at odds with the event they purport to support. I can think of three audiences I've been in which were in synch with their performance, not somehow struggling against it.

For example, last night's audience was oh-so hip and cynical, forever laughing at things which weren't intended to be funny. So busy being ironic they apparently forgot to experience the film.

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But then there's this:

A pastoral print we saw in an antique bookshop in Dahlonega of a man and woman talking, possibly flirting, by a tree ...


when one of them (it's unclear which one) decides to drop the bomb that they harbor a secret desire to be more similar to our equine friends.


A real conversation-stopper, that one. How do you respond when you realize you're in a dadaist pr0n story?