If you haven't seen David Lynch's film Blue Velvet, the name Frank Booth won't be familiar to you. Frank Booth is one of the greatest film wackos of all time, played to the hilt by none other than the great Dennis Hopper. Here's a vintage Frank Booth line:
I'll send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You recieve a love letter from me, you're fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!
Perhaps the most memorable, and most sickening, scene from Blue Velvet is what I call the "Don't fucking look at me!" scene. It's one of the least erotic, and most disturbing sex scenes in film history, in which Frank Booth, who seems to have some kind of bizarro helium addiction, has some pretty nasty sex with Isabella Rossellini's character, screaming "Don't look at me! Don't fucking look at me!" at her, and then slugs her when she does.
I was reminded of Frank Booth today by a posting at Hoffmania, which links to this article about the tight security for the inauguration, and notes specifically the following:
Parade performers will have security escorts to the bathroom, and they've been ordered not to look directly at President Bush or make any sudden movements while passing the reviewing stand.
And if they look at him, what happens? Does he, like Frank Booth, shoot when he sees the whites of their eyes?
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