Sunday, May 13, 2007

In Heaven, everything is fine.*

Despite the fact that I'm a huge David Lynch fan, I had never seen Eraserhead until last night. I added it to our Netflix queue a while ago, and it was finally time to give it a go. Whoo-boy! In short, it made Blue Velvet look like a sitcom. Totally bizarre and incomprehensible. Disturbing.

David Lynch is famous for never commenting on what his movies REALLY mean, and this is one time that I would die to know. There is a DVD extra that is an interview with Lynch, but it offers absolutely no insight. In fact, it's one of the most inane things I've seen in a while. I kept watching and watching and watching (they thing goes on for at least an hour, but it seemed like two) and waiting for him to say something interesting or offer a tidbit of insight, but I was sorely disappointed. I guess the purpose was for him to talk about the making of the film (which took years and hit many snags). At one point he waxes nostalgic about one of the crew members who happened to love yogurt. The real kind—in the plastic cups. He ate it with a plastic spoon, and he would scrape the bottom to get the last little bit, which really annoyed everyone. Not even kidding. There's also an odd tale about a dead cat that David Lynch acquires, dissects, and eventually submerges in a pool of tar (or oil? can't remember). He comes back for the cat a year later, pulls it out of the muck, and he describes the experience like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Jim didn't exactly appreciate the movie (and he fell asleep during the extra, telling me "Give me the Cliff Notes version when I wake up"), but I'm glad I finally saw it. I can see why it was groundbreaking, and laid the path for Lynch to create his signature style of wackiness. It makes me want to rent the Twin Peaks episodes and some of his other movies again. I guess as much as I like to know the meaning behind art, I also like to be thrown off-guard.

* Lyrics to a song sung by a deformed chipmunk-cheeked lady who lives in a radiator. Yeah, for reals.

1 comment:

RJ said...

Ooooh, I remember seeing that movie in college. One of the inexplicably creepy films ever. And, Cornish game hens still creep me out :)