Jeffrey is about to witness a brutal rape.
At about 45 minutes in, both Psycho and Blue Velvet take a sharp, unexpected turn.
Jeffrey hides and again becomes a voyeur.
In the work of both directors, repressed sexuality is discharged in acts of violence.
It's a peculiar, disquieting scene, a séance for the living damned.
My feelings were illustrated by one shot in particular, in which a character played by appears naked.
The actors are either overdirected like MacLachlan and, particularly, Rossellini , so that you get the director's intention instead of the actor's, or undirected like Hopper and Stockwell , so that all you get is an unbridled behaviorfest.
The human mind and how much insanity it is capable of thinking and manifesting is the truth Lynch was after, and he successfully showcased the same on screen.