Eraserhead is one hell of a way to start a career as a director. It is a Freudian nightmare, made more horrifying by the fact that David Lynch allegedly didn’t remember writing it, David Lynch has said that that it is his most spiritual film and that no one understands it the way that he does and I am going to agree with because as far as I can tell it is about sexual repression.
It is a story about a simple guy Henry Spenser who is on vacation and lives in an industrial wasteland of sorts. His estranged girlfriend suddenly calls him up, invites him to dinner and after a pretty odd gathering he is notified that she is pregnant with what he is assured is a human child. She gives birth to something that one would be really, pressed to call human. The thing scream the whole night, eventually his girlfriend abandons them. Also he lusts after the woman living next door and at night the woman in the radiator sings that in heaven everything is all right. He winds up killing his child. I would say that sex and sexual desires are a bad thing. It is an unsettling experience to say the least even if your interpretations are completely different from mine. It doesn’t matter, Eraserhead is an unsettling but interesting place to be.
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