Eraserhead: Review By hedonismbot

For a description, read something else. Year after year I had been watching movies that were dictated to fit a system of focus group approved, audio-visual candy for a catatonic audience. I saw Eraserhead and was relieved to see that a movie can be driven by a person's singular vision without great consideration for the audience's interest and still be one of the most interesting movies ever. I felt changed after watching this, nothing to do with grotesque things that you can't unsee. But seeing what someone can do so simply with a few dollars, lots of time, a camera, and an idea puts everything else in context. The Motion Picture vs. the pitiful business of cranking out blockbusters, box office disasters, popular garbage, etc. More than that, it burned a hole in my mind. It really was like having a nightmare and not being able to forget it, wondering where in my mind (or Lynch's) did it come from. Even worse if it means something, but I'm not losing sleep over it.

Simply put, a dream/nightmare caught on film. Something about the fear and anxiety of a shy man becoming a father to a deformed baby and a dream girl stepping on fetuses. God is in an orb pulling levers and Henry's tiny warped-face girlfriend lives in his radiator. Giant floating baby head. Absolutely off limits for expecting couples. And children, dogs, cats, Michael Bay fans (large children), etc.