Eraserhead

It's a creepily sensuous film that suggests that the dark and troubling things we like to repress inhabit dresser drawers, live behind the radiator or lie under the bed. They are part of the environment.

Here was a film that took elements that one might have encountered in other movies in the past—black humor, gore, surrealism, erotic imagery, gorgeous black-and-white cinematography and oddball performances—and presented them in such a unique and deeply personal manner that the end result was something that literally looked, sounded and felt like nothing that had ever come before it.

Eraserhead is a singular work of the imagination, a harrowing, heartbreaking plunge into the darkest recesses of the soul.

See Eraserhead once and it’ll lodge itself firmly in some dank recess of your brain and refuse to vacate.

The slow, strange rhythm is very unsettling and takes some getting used to, but it's an altogether amazing, sunsuous film; it even has an element of science fiction and some creepy musical numbers, and the soundtrack is as original and peculiar as the imagery.

A ghoul's dinner of undigested indelicacies pilfered from other horror feasts; the undeniable ability of the chef, director David K. Lynch, has been utilized to create a cream sauce in which the victuals cook without ever cooking together. [18 Sep 1979]

Eraserhead is a sickening bad-taste exercise made by David Lynch under the auspices of the American Film Institute. Like a lot of AFI efforts, the pic has good tech values (particularly the inventive sound mixing), but little substance or subtlety.

A fearless film, not holding back, and not following traditional film formats in expressing its concepts. It remains a bold and confident piece of art.

Becoming a Family Might Be Okay, but the Terrifying Weight of Fatherhood Is Absolutely Not Okay.240612 (3.0)Becoming a family might feel acceptable in theory, but bearing the overwhelming responsibility of being a father is entirely not okay. It feels as though everything that defines my own identity is being completely erased, reducing me to an utterly helpless fool. The industrial paths walked every single day and the claustrophobic room laid in every night already feel far too heavy and burdensome to bear alone. Directed by David Lynch as his groundbreaking surrealist debut, the film plunges into the psychological nightmare of Henry Spencer, a meek printing factory worker navigating a desolate, droning industrial landscape. When his girlfriend Mary X gives birth to a severely deformed, incessantly wailing infant, Henry is thrust into an impromptu marriage and forced into the claustrophobic anxieties of domestic life and sudden parenthood. The monstrous infant becomes a manifestation of his deepest subconscious dread—the terror of domestic confinement, the loss of personal autonomy, and the crushing guilt of parental inadequacy. Seeking escapism from the weeping infant and the suffocating room, Henry fixates on the Lady in the Radiator, who offers bizarre comfort by singing about finding heaven where everything is fine while crushing umbilical worm-like creatures underfoot. Through its stark black-and-white cinematography, disorienting soundscapes, and unsettling body horror, the narrative captures the visceral panic of a man whose mundane existence unravels under the grotesque burden of responsibilities he was never prepared to shoulder.

Eu interpretei como sendo os medos dos machos, desde a gravidez não desejada ao seu papel social no trabalho, "perdendo" a cabeça em tons de desaprovação social, mostrando-se com muita dificuldade de lidar com a multiplicidade da vida e com o peso das relações. Mas definitivamente não é um cinema que me agrada, embora aqui esteja mais delicioso de acompanhar do que um surto qualquer, uma história mais palatável. O bebê de rosemary seria isso aí.

A very weird film with some awful imagery. Memorable but not in a good way! Direction is bizarre, almost unsettling.

I don't know it, feels a lot like a short film stretched way too far out. Some imagery is fun but that was all I could really find worth it.