David Lynch. You either love him or hate him. Me, I love the dude. While I can't explain a single one of his movies, that doesn't stop me from thinking they're awesome. What is Dennis Hooper huffing in "Blue Velvet"? No idea. All I know is that Frank Booth might be one of my favorite screen villains ever and that I haven't been able to drink Heineken since seeing that movie. It also doesn't help that it tastes terrible, but that's another story entirely.