Reviewed Jun 05, 2012
Peter Strauss’s review:
Assigning a star rating to this movie would be like grading a Salvador Dali piece with a star rating. It's utterly absurd and simplifies the work to the point of insult. Eraserhead has more in common with a Dali painting than another film at your multiplex, it's a piece of art, not entertainment. I would be more comfortable sitting and watching this in a gallery than a theatre with twelve-dollar popcorn combos.
People constantly wonder what this or that means, but what does it matter? Only the naive ask what a Pollock or Rothko painting is supposed to mean. The important thing is what the piece does to you. How do you respond? Lynch's later works are more like movies we all know and love to star-grade, but here he is at his most abstract, and maybe his most honest. It doesn't always make sense, it doesn't have to. I don't like everything about it, I don't have to. It's art. You sit back, contemplate it, move on, and maybe connect with it, maybe not. In the case of Eraserhead, it's best to attempt this experience starting at 4 A.M., preferably fatigued and kept conscious with a steady supply of hot coffee. I've found its effects most potent under these circumstances.