Jeff Hannah’s review published on Letterboxd:
I was fortunate enough to see The Elephant Man on the big screen with a 35mm print and it was even better this time around. Being in a theater heightens the emotions of the film that much more and the gorgeous black and white photography is so striking. In fact, I forgot just how hard some of the scenes in this film can hit you. I struggled to hold back tears multiple times.
I also forgot about the distinctive Lynchian (I hate this term but, come on, I am discussing a Lynch film!) elements in the movie. The industrialization, the gloomy (and fantastic) sound design, the visceral quality of John's deformities, etc. Also, the film is bookended by ethereal visions of John's mother and nightmares of her being attacked by elephants. All these things are basically bonuses that make an already excellent film even better.