Eraserhead . . . . . . . . . um, I am truly at a loss at how to start this. And please, understand, that isn't a bad thing, I just don't know if I have the words to describe or make sufficient notes on what I witnessed.
One silly thought that popped into my head from the get go was: if I'd seen this in my youth it definitely would have been one of those "you should be tripping when you see this," movies, and yes, even for some of it, I'm pretty sure I would have.
Because, let me tell ya, the tagline of being surreal scarcely covers the very cerebral, awkward dream world that Lynch drops you into without any direction or assistance. Which, actually works; since I don't know if I could've handled the more intimate reasoning for all of it beyond the general opinion about "fear of being a father".
There is something lurking beneath that belief that borders on something Lovecraft-like without going into another realm to seek out something "nameless", and is easily found within the mind of those in this movie. A spit saturated curve ball for the brain to recoil at while finding itself drawing closer and closer, and still be unable to truly grasp - or more appropriately, be relieved that most of it remains enigmatic.
And, again, this isn't a negative review, it is. . . well, watch it if you never have and you'll see how actual words begin to fail and you simply shudder trying to comprehend or explain things.
I do need to mention that the actors excel at their special anxiety, propelling you through this. Especially the lead actor.
I won't go too far in description and I'll omit the imagery of this film until more people view it so that I don't ruin the bizarre ride that this film is.
I'll just sit here at the end and nod sympathetically, "I know, I know," and ask if you're okay.
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Yam12 I say this with complete adoration: you sick, twisted, demented creature, you!
Thank you for nominating this so that I finally got to see it.