We rented Blue Velvet the other night. Since my kids are teenagers now, they’re ready for flicks like that, and the curious world of David Lynch. I hadn’t seen the movie since it first came out, in ’86. Just as trippy now as then. Dennis Hopper, with his somewhat Dodge City twang, cussing up a storm. Wild.
Hopper. The passion he’s always had. Oh sure it was subdued in those early roles, Giant and Rebel Without A Cause. But once he could cut loose, from Easy Rider forward, look out. Problem was he had no self-control with the dope and booze, and nearly killed both himself and his career. The miracle was how he survived it, then went on to have a brilliant career. He’s 70 now, and recently admitted that he wondered what he could have done had it not been for the dope and booze. Who can say? I use him as an example to my kids anyway as to what NOT to do with your talent. I don’t think he’d mind.
Sculpture above by good old Arlie Regier. Composed of 1000 pieces of stainless steel. Sold it to a San Francisco collector this afternoon. Nice way to finish the day, before going to tease the Brothers, and Sisters, in Light in the Other Room.