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Hard to describe at times. — 3 weeks ago
As much as I like David Lynch, Eraserhead is the kind of movie that’s only good in hindsight, after you’ve already familiarized yourself with his themes and tropes. Sure, it’s easy enough to read about it and listen to Lynch’s own comments about how it’s all about alienation in an industrial town, but if you can’t get that from the movie itself it kind of defeats the purpose.
To Lynch’s credit, Eraserhead is very, very different. It certainly earns the title of “experimental”, but two other adjectives come to mind when placing it alongside the rest of his work: unfocused and unrealized. The narrative is completely boggling to even the most patient viewer, and it’s hard to distinguish between fantasy and reality for the most part. It’s more surreal than a Haruki Murakami novel, and the gnarling soundtrack certainly helps this image.
Artsy film students will naturally continue to praise Eraserhead as a classic experimental film from one of the more eccentric filmmakers of the world, but only because of Lynch’s reputation. It doesn’t make Eraserhead any easier or fun to sit through.











