"BABY WANTS TO FAAAACK"
I enjoyed the movie, as far as I enjoy anything David Lynch can do. It's practically perfect, though it lacks a good narrative. I 'spose that's the problem with being "postmodern". I'm happy letting most of the film being a mystery, though one thing bugs me and it hurts that i'll probably never get an answer for it.
Why does Frank fetishize blue velvet? Is it something he witnessed as a kid (That's what i'm leaning for since he calls Dorothy "Mommy" and makes her call him "Daddy"), or is it symbolic for something? It's the only mystery I would like to know.