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Blue Velvet 

The NCMA's Norman Rockwell exhibit ends soon, so what better way to celebrate than with a David Lynch film that deconstructs his picture-perfect reality? And while you're at it, pay homage to the late Dennis Hopper with his career-reinvigorating performance as Frank Booth, a man for whom life is quite literally a gas, as he goes about drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and uttering catchphrases we're not comfortable reprinting here. It was filmed in Wilmington; actually, some exteriors were near the street where I was born, which made it very odd when I watched this on video in high school and a naked Isabella Rossellini started stumbling down the block. All this, and you'll never hear Roy Orbison's "In Dreams"—or be able to see Dean Stockwell on a rerun of Quantum Leap—quite the same way. The screening, part of the Winter/ Spring Film Series curated by Independent contributor Laura Boyes, starts at 8 p.m.; tickets are $5, or $3.50 for members of the museum, Galaxy Cinema and Cinema, Inc. —Zack Smith