From the cryptic and warped mind of David Lynch, I don't think anyone was expecting this when they walked into the cinema. Experimental cinema at its best. Five years in the making, Eraserhead is a story that weaves marriage, fatherhood, depression and sorrow all at the same time. It plays out like one long nightmare and we are subjected to it in gritty black and white. You're almost drawn to turn it off once you see something disturbing, but every time you raise your hand you're startled by the next picture. Lynch is a true genius of cinema and this is merely proof of it.