David Lynch uses a Lynchian simile to describe these deleted scenes from Blue Velvet. With his comforting sacrilege he says they are like amazing grace — they were lost, and now they’re found. The whole concept of deleted scenes is sort of a conundrum; they’re like trash that expose too much reality or too much disparity with the actual work. These deleted scenes might make a rare and wild party backdrop if you have a projector, of course… or a shower curtain, if you’re into that sort of thing. Blue Velvet, in case you don’t know, is David Lynch’s hypnotic tale of suburbia blasted by a severed ear into a dark underworld. Oh yeah and one more thing: Fuck Heineken. PABST. BLUE. RIBBON!