David Lynch is well known for being a director who is not ashamed to go to some bizarre places, a man known for his surrealism, his specific and individualistic tone in works like Twin Peaks, Lost Highway and this, the feature debut of the legendary writer/director. It is a weird film, that’s for damn sure, but there’s something truly haunting about it too. Amongst the peculiar imagery lives an eerie undertone that became something of a staple, a trademark, for Lynch.
With Eraserhead, the film that preceded The Elephant Man, which arrived some three years later, Lynch delivered to the world a nightmare of visual terror, a tale of a factory worker named Henry Spencer who is driven slowly mad by the cries of his newborn mutant baby. This isn’t, even 43 years later,