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You know? I'm not gonna lie. I thought this was going to be a lot harder to watch than it actually was.

Granted, it's still disturbing, weird, and very, VERY abstract, but I never felt lost while watching it. Everything is in place to be read into and follow along with so long as you're willing to pay close attention to it.

It's a creepy little movie focusing highly on imagery and this weird sounding wind noise always playing in the background, giving the vibe of taking place in a different plane of existence while sorta taking place inside the mind of someone experiencing some form of nightmare.

Yet it never comes off as too hard or too insane…

Marrying early silent film comedy with gnostic body horror, Eraserhead is the sort of movie experience which everyone can probably relate to, even when they wish they could not. If you have been uncomfortable going over to your romantic partner's parents' house for dinner, if you dread the long walk home from the pencil factory, if you feel weird interacting with the neighbor across the hall with whom you would like to have or have had amorous intrigue with, if you would like to escape into the calming sounds emitted by the radiator, if you have just picked the new baby up from the hospital and don't know what to do now that it is really home and sitting on…

When I was about 15, my “cousin” crossed the pond from England to make his way here in the States. I say “cousin” because he technically is my step-grandfather’s grandson, but it is easier to dispel of all that confusion and just keep it simple. However, this did mean that he lived with my grandparents when he first arrived. The cultural clash between my very religious, Southern Presbyterian grandparents and his traditionally European sensibilities was immediately apparent, and with no other friends or family to interact with, I could not help but feel bad for him. He had nothing to do but sit around and watch daytime Fox News and wait for my grandparents to go to bed so he…