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Now, that said... Blue Velvet is like two movies in one. Like Lumberton itself, the movie pans back and forth between the relative innocence of the mundane, and the twisted, vile, hollow, senselessness of pure fucking evil.
I would never argue that the movie is "a comedy." Half the scenes are almost too upsetting to bear, whether it's rape and murder, torture, troubling Oedipal displays or the suggestion of a complete loss of self and the frailty and superficiality of morality.
Make no mistake, it gets bleak and serious as a heart attack, and turns into more of a horror film (in the true, human sense of the word) than even Mullholand Drive in its second half. BUT... that doesn't mean there isn't some nice weirdo deadpan humor in the movie.
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