Lack of good storyline.

What a freaking movie. So many twists and turns. Absolutely intense from start to finish.

The film creates a perfect balance between action and depth of basic needs, in the midst of an infertile atmosphere.

Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

EraserheadIt defines the genre for not only its physicality screams horrific poems but so does its deeply layered thought-provoking concept and an heart-screeching exaggeration of the consequences of the actions of the humankind. The metaphorical term can be inedible and uneven for everyone to grasp it, even after the curtain drops for the feature remains subtle throughout the course of it and doesn't lose its tone at any point. It is rich on technical aspects like cinematography, sound effects, and editing. David Lynch; the writer-director, has done a brilliant work on writing the gripping script and has shown guts to pull off such a convoluted plot and get the anticipated vision on screen creating the perfect impact on the audience who is in awe of it. The performance is hold on tightly by Jack Nance on his portrayal of protagonist that is eerily sociopath and hard to be judged at. The only conundrum in here would be the imaginative bubble depicted in here which is dark and brutal and cringe worthy too, where the makers could have step lightly. Eraserhead is an art that neither can be erased nor ignored, it is bold, unafraid to tell its own story on its own terms.

Here's my take on this incredibly disturbing delight of a film.The film is an aural and visual depiction of Henry's nightmarish mental struggle with the idea of abortion -- of "erasing" the mistake of his and Mary's baby. A few examples:The lady in the radiator represents abortion/an abortionist. The first time she appears, she's "cajolingly" standing on fetuses/sperm/babies (they're all the same in the symbolism of the film, I belive) while there's the sucking sound of the abortion procedure going on in the background. More evidence of that is that she's both repugnant and beautiful, like the idea of a abortion to Henry.More evidence is the scene in which Henry finally touches her. She's been "wooing" him throughout the film with the idea of an abortion with her sweet smile and her song about heaven, and when he finally touches her (accepts the idea of abortion) he's released from the dark, troubling place depicted so well in the film (worry, fear, guilt over the pregnancy) into pure light. Not only that, after he touches her/accepts the idea of an abortion, you hear the suction used in the abortion procedure once again, and see what looks like a fetus, umbilical cord and placenta being sucked away across the stage. BTW, I believe the little chickens are Mary's sexuality: They're tiny and underdeveloped, and when Henry sticks his phallic fork into one, it bleeds, like breaking the hymen. Mary's mum's reaction to the bleeding chicken and her announcement that Mary's had a baby straight afterwards make perfect sense, if that's the case. So does Henry's amazement that the baby's already at the hospital!If you agree with me, or anyone else, or not about what it all means, it doesn't really matter" This film succeeds in creating its own incredibly engaging "dream" world (emphasis on the word "dream" because that's precisely what the film is depicting: Henry's dream) even without a thought about what it might all mean. That's quite an achievement!

Eraserhead is one of those films I stumbled across on DVD many years ago, and knew little about, although was intrigued by the DVD cover with its green Eraserhead wording below which there was a black & white image showing the face of a male with quite abit of hair on top of his head. There was something raw punk about the vibes being emitted. At the time, the name David Lynch was unknown to me.My first attempt to watch Eraserhead ended in failure. The footage was black & white, there didn't appear to be any dialogue, and what I was experiencing failed to hold my interest. Less than ten minutes into the film, I stopped watching. It felt raw, almost home made, not quite.Later I would go on and see The Elephant Man, Blue Velvet, Lost Highway, Wild at Heart, Twin Peaks, Lost Highway, Inland Empire, and became a bit of a follower of Lynch films. I've just finished watching Twin Peaks series 3. Today I decided to give Eraserhead another chance after all these years, if only to see how David Lynch started out.As a story, I'm not so sure there is one. There is a male named Henry who lives with his girlfriend, and there is a small creature without arms that is looked after like a baby. The creature cries, requires feeding, becomes ill. Henry is left with the creature as his girlfriend wants some time out. The bedroom in which most of the story takes place feels dark depressing, as are the industrial sounds that play throughout. Henry has a fascination with a radiator, behind which/inside which a strange looking woman with large cheeks exists on a small stage. Henry has a nightmare at one point which explains the title Eraserhead. Henry has a neighbour that is more attractive that his girlfriend. What does all this mean? I don't know. Eraserhead succeeds in taking the viewer to a place of foreboding doom, gloom, strangeness, that they'll probably want to escape from.How is it possible to IMDb rate? 10/10 is not an option. Neither is 1/10Given Eraserhead is pre CGI, the SFX people did a good job building a believable little creature. Less can be said for Henry's head during his nightmare. I wonder if Lynch ever wanted to do a Lucas and Cgi improve Henry's head?

Good thing newly-weds don't see this surreal gem, otherwise we'd be seriously under-populated. Just who is that cosmic welder who turns out squirming sperm that keep turning up in strange places, like a marital bed. And what about that squid-like thing wrapped in swaddling clothes, a mutant of a mutant.Then there's that strange form of birth control—a sweet puffy-cheeked blonde who loves to sing while stomping on the wiggle warts. No wonder Henry goes around in a deadpan daze. And what about his classy neighborhood. It's an industrial heck, noisy enough to turn brains to mush, with more ugly metal than a junk yard, and enough gloom to rival a black hole. Good thing our puffy-cheek blonde promises a better place somewhere above, like heaven. But please, I shudder to think of Lynch's land beyond the Pearly Gates. Of course, all this is seen through a glass very, very darkly. Meanwhile, I'll break out my DVD when some literal-minded obsessive needs a dose of compelling imagination, like Lynch's.