Perhaps best summarized by its director David Lynch as "the Hardy Boys go to Hell," this masterful movie stars Kyle McLachlan as Jeffrey Beaumont, a college student who returns to his small hometown after his father suffers a stroke. Leaving the hospital, Jeffrey follows a shortcut home and stumbles across a severed ear, a discovery which plunges him into the nightmarish and violent world of nightclub singer Dorothy Vallens (Isabella Rossellini), the victim of sociopathic Frank Booth (Dennis Hopper, in the role which resurrected his career). Like so many of Lynch's films, Blue Velvet is fascinated by the dark underbelly of suburban life. Fresh-scrubbed Jeffrey fancies himself something of a detective, but in reality he is a voyeur, and the allure of the kinky subculture of sex and drugs simmering below the surface of his boyhood home is simply irresistible, regardless of the dangers. Lynch, at the peak of his considerable powers, telegraphs his obsessive fever dream with remarkable clarity and intensity. Blue Velvet is hypnotically twisted, the bedroom farce re-invented as post-modern horror.