Demme’s movie, on the other hand, seduces you into what feels like a sexy lark, another of his celebrations of roadside American eccentricity that, in Handle With Care and Melvin and Howard, marked him as the hip heir to Preston Sturges. Lynch’s movie, with its opening shots of gleaming white-picket fences and roses so red under skies so blue, makes you dread what’s coming from the beginning nothing that looks this good could last. But it’s likely that Something Wild caused more upset to its audiences-and all of that is due to Ray Liotta, who died this week at 67. The fall of 1986 saw the release of arguably the two best American movies of that decade: David Lynch’s Blue Velvet and Jonathan Demme’s Something Wild. Ray Liotta at the National Board of Review Awards on Februin New York City.
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