DIRTY VELVET
Charles Champlin is the first major critic who has seriously questioned the validity of this “masterpiece,†“Blue Velvet.â€
From the opening credit, with its florid Italian score, circa 1870, we are bombarded with the overblown and obvious. If not trite, Lynch becomes illogical . . . witness the corpse that defies gravity.
At first, I thought this might be a parody along the lines of “Police Academy.†Then I began to realize that the director meant this film to be a serious statement.
I could go on for pages, but I don’t have to. Champlin did the work for me.
MEL STUART
Los Angeles
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