DIRTY VELVET
Charles Champlin is the first major critic who has seriously questioned the validity of this “masterpiece,” “Blue Velvet.”
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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