On Blue Velvet Beetles

Blue Velvet Beetle Poster (SA / 2025)

 

Lynchian (adj.); artworks made in the style of David Lynch; i.e., artworks characterised 

by the juxtaposition of surreal and often sinister visual elements with everyday events 

and environments in order to create a dreamlike quality of mystery or menace.

 

 

As I'm sure most readers will be aware, the American filmmaker David Lynch died last month. 

 

Whilst I'm happy to acknowledge his visionary genius as an artist, I can't say I'm a fan of his work - and particularly loathe The Elephant Man (1980), which has to be one of the most overrated movies of all time [1].

 

Still, when BBC Four decided to show Blue Velvet (1986) earlier this week in memory of Lynch, I simply had to watch it once more - and make the Little Greek do so, even if surreal psychosexual postmodern noir isn't really her cup of tea. 

For one thing, I wanted to see if this exploration into the dark and violent underworld of suburban America was as as disturbing as I originally found it (it was); and, for another thing, I wanted reassurance that Isabella Rossellini, as lounge singer Dorothy Vallens, was as beautiful as I remember her (she was).   

 

Strangely, however, I think for me now the most disturbing part of the entire movie happens in the opening couple of minutes; i.e., before Jeffrey (played by Kyle MacLachlan) finds the severed ear [2] and before he finds himself mixed up with Frank Booth, a perverse and sadistic gangster - who really doesn't like to be looked at - played by Dennis Hopper. 

 

It's the extreme close up shot of beetles ferociously struggling for survival in the soil beneath the perfect lawn that terrifies; not so much the sight of them - as an entomophile, I'm not squeamish about bugs and beetles or other creepy-crawlies - it's more the loud droning audio provided by the renowned sound designer Alan Splet that triggers my anxiety.   

As symbolism, the use of beetles to suggest the fact that death, decay, and corruption - i.e., evil - is ever-present beneath the surface of life - or that chaos reigns, as another great filmmaker once put it [3] - is not particularly innovative, but, nevertheless, it remains potent and evocative here. 

 

The insect motif is, as other commetators have pointed out, recurrent throughout Blue Velvet and it's not concidental that Jeffrey disguises himself as a bug controller in order to initially gain access to Dorothy's apartment and ultimately exterminates that human cockroach, Frank Booth, albeit with a bullet rather than pesticide.

 

Notes

 

[1] I know it was nominated for multiple Academy Awards, but I wouldn't even give it an iced bun. Essentially, I agree with Nadja Durbach's description of The Elephant Man as "much more mawkish and moralising than one would expect from the leading postmodern surrealist filmmaker". 

      See the chapter entitled "Monstrosity, Masculinity, and Medicine: Reexamining the Elephant Man" in The Spectacle of Deformity: Freak Shows and Modern British Culture, (University of California Press, 2009), p. 35. 

 

[2] Re the severed ear in Blue Velvet - which is found by Jeffrey crawling with back ants - see the post dated 1 Jan 2024: click 'ere. 

[3] 'Chaos reigns' is a famous line (spoken by a fox) in Lars von Trier's 2009 film Antichrist. I have written two posts on this theme; the first dated 14 Dec 2018 - click here - and the second dated 11 Oct 2024 - click here.  

 

 

Click here to watch the opening scene of Blue Velvet (dir. David Lynch, 1986), climaxing with what for me is the most disturbing shot of the entire movie; never mind the psychosexual shenanigans, it's the beetle mania that shocks.   

Some readers might also be interested in a post related to this one dated 28 Nov 2021, in which I discuss Isabella Rossellini's entomophilia and her attempt to create green porno: click here.

Memories of Manderley 1: On Natural Chaos and Maxim de Winter's Floraphilia

Top: Manderley in ruins (chaos reigns)

Bottom: Maxim de Winter (uxoricide and floraphile)

 

 

I. 

 

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley ... [a], whereas, as a matter of fact, I had simply rewatched Hitchcock's Academy Award winning adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca on TV [b].  

 

Anyway, it was enough to make me want to return to the original novel and offer not so much a commentary or critical review, but a series of reflections on those inhuman and sometimes monstrous aspects that particularly interest ...

 

 

II. 

 

"The pyramids will not last a moment, compared with the daisy", says D. H. Lawrence [c]. And neither will Manderley - despite the second Mrs de Winter's claim that time "could not wreck the perfect symmetry" [2] of its grey stone walls.

 

In chapter one of Rebecca, we are given a memorable description of the way that nature reaffirms itself and vegetation triumphs over the iron and concrete world of man when given the opportunity to do so. Trees, "along with monster shrubs and plants" [1], had "thrust themselves out of the quiet earth" [1].     

 

The well-ordered paths and drive way were now "choked with grass and moss" [2] and once highly cultivated plants prized for their floral splendour had, with no human hand to tend them or impede their growth, gone wild; "rearing to monster height without a bloom, black and ugly as the nameless parasites that grew beside them" [2].

 

The rhododendrons, for example, "stood fifty feet high, twisted and entwined with bracken, and they had entered into an alien marriage with a host of nameless shrubs, poor, bastard things that clung about their roots as though conscious of their spurious origin" [2-3] [d]. 

 

Nettles were everywhere: "They choked the terrace, they sprawled about the paths, they leant, vulgar and lanky, against the very windows of the house" [3]. 

 

Chaos reigns, as Von Trier's shamanic fox would say [e].   

 

 

III. 

 

There are, of course, worse things than chaotic nature; the fat-fingered vulgarity of Mrs Van Hopper, for example; the cold, superior smile of Mrs Danvers; and the "despondency and introspection" [26] that so bedevil poor Maxim de Winter following the death of his wife. 

 

Nobody likes a snob. Nobody likes a bitter and obsessive woman. And nobody likes a man "hemmed in by shadows" [26] and weighed down by guilt and fear.

 

Indeed, one almost wonders why the unnamed young heroine of Rebecca falls for de Winter, especially as she senses almost immediately that perhaps "he was not normal, not altogether sane" [31]; that he was one of those men who had trances and obeyed the strange laws and "tangled orders of their own subconscious minds" [31].

  

Still, at least de Winter is something of a floraphile. He may never have loved Rebecca, but he loves the spring flowers at Manderley; the daffodils "stirring in the evening breeze, golden heads upon lean stalks" [32] and the many-coloured crocuses - golden, pink, and mauve - that so quickly droop and fade. 

 

But most of all he loves the bluebells that "with their colour made a challenge to the sky" [33]. But these he would never have in the house:

 

"Thrust into vases they became dank and listless, and to see them at their best you must walk in the woods in the morning, about twelve o'clock, when the sun was overhead. They had a smoky, rather bitter smell, as though a wild sap ran in their stalks, pungent and juicy. People who plucked bluebells from the woods were vandals; he had forbidden it at Manderley." [33]

 

But if he hated to see wild flowers stuck in vases or stuffed into jam-jars on windowsills, he didn't mind having specially cultivated blooms for the house; roses, for example, which he said looked better picked than growing:

 

"A bowl of roses in a drawing-room had a depth of colour and scent they had not possessed in the open. There was something rather blowzy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like a woman with untidy hair. In the house they became mysterious and subtle. He had roses in the house at Manderley for eight months in the year." [33]   

  

His sister, who, like mine, "was a hard, rather practical person" [33], used to complain about the smell of so many flowers. But Maxim didn't care: "It was the only form of intoxication that appealed to him." [33]  

 

One can forgive a man many crimes - maybe even murder - if he gives himself so completely to the heady world of flowers. 

 

 

Notes

 

[a] This is the famous opening line of Daphne du Maurier's, bestselling 1938 gothic novel Rebecca, which tells the story of an unnamed young woman who (somewhat impetuously) marries a wealthy widower (Maxim de Winter) whom she meets on a trip to Monte Carlo. 

      All seems to be going swimmingly until they return to his estate in Cornwall and she realises that both Maxim and his household at Manderley are haunted by the memory and ghostly presence of his late wife (Rebecca). It's a fantastic novel which has been adapted numerous times for stage and screen. 

      Here, I am reading the Virago Press edition of 2015 and all page numbers given in the text refer to this edition.   

 

[b] Rebecca (1940), directed by Alfred Hitchcock, starred Laurence Olivier as Maxim de Winter and Joan Fontaine as the anonymous young woman who becomes his second wife. 

      It was Hitchcock's first American project and was a critical and commercial success, nominated for eleven Oscars - more than any other film that year - it picked up two, including Best Picture. Despite certain changes made to keep the censors happy, it was a fairly faithful adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's novel and she was happy with the result. To watch a 1940 trailer for the movie on YouTube, click here.    

 

[c] D. H. Lawrence, Sketches of Etruscan Places, in Sketches of Etruscan Places and Other Italian Essays, ed. Simonetta de Filippis (Cambridge University Press, 1992), p. 36.

[d] The narrator - i.e., the second Mrs de Winter, could of course be describing herself her.

 

[e] I'm referring here of course to the famous talking fox in Lars von Trier's 2009 film Antichrist - about which I have written here.  

 

 

Those interested in part two of this post on pyrexia and obsessive love disorder, should click here.  

Chaos Continues to Reign

Stephen Alexander: Chaos Reigns II (2024)

 

 

Long-time readers of Torpedo the Ark might recall a post published on a sparkling ice-cold morning in December 2018, just days before Christmas, and which featured a horrific photo of a disembowelled fox ...

 

The post - which can be accessed by clicking here - was what my artist friend Heide Hatry would term a memento mori  (i.e., something that acts as a stark reminder of the inevitability of death).

And, like it or not, what I said then is just as true today; pain, grief, and despair remain ever-present in this world and fundamentally determine the tragic (if extremely rare and unusual) phenomenon that people call life. 

 

In other words, chaos continues to reign - and the obscenely mutilated bodies of red foxes (and other native creatures) continue to litter the roadside [1], reminding us that the wheel is the first principle of evil [2]. 

 

 

Notes

 

[1] An estimated 100,000 foxes are killed on UK roads each year (i.e., about 274 foxes per day). 

 

[2] See the verse 'What then is Evil?' by D. H. Lawrence, The Poems Vol. I, ed. Christopher Pollnitz (Cambridge University Press, 2013), p. 626. 

Chaos Reigns (Memento Mori)

Stephen Alexander: Chaos Reigns (2018)

I.

A sparkling ice-cold morning in December: but even beneath cloudless blue skies, and just days before Christmas, chaos reigns ...


II.

Danish film-director and screenwriter Lars von Trier is right: grief, despair, and - above all - pain are ever-present in this world and fundamentally determine the tragic (if extremely rare and unusual) phenomenon that people term life; something they not only value, but desperately cling on to, despite the three beggars.  

In one of the most memorable scenes of his 2009 movie Antichrist, Von Trier presents us with a malevolent-looking fox slowly disembowelling itself. As it does so, it looks up at a startled Willem Dafoe (playing the male character known simply as He) and utters the diabolical phrase: Chaos reigns.

This became an instant internet meme and many people thought it was funny: but it isn't funny. Those who find it so are just imbeciles whistling in the dark and if there's one thing I hate it's optimistic bravado; you can laugh at the bloody horror that lies beneath the surface, but don't ever think that in doing so you can laugh it away, or make yourself immune.

Ultimately it's good to show courage in the face of death and evil (which are synonyms for life), but this requires a certain honesty and an acknowledgement of one's own anxiety, not mocking stupidity.


Click here to watch the chaos reigns scene from Antichrist (dir. Lars Von Trier, 2009), starring Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg. 

Thanks to Simon Solomon for suggesting this post and reminding me of the above scene in Von Trier's film.