It feels like the very best of student film, but with more vivid imagination, more skill at the edges, more craft at the core.

Eraserhead's not a movie I'd drop acid for, although I would consider it a revolutionary act if someone dropped a reel of it into the middle of Star Wars.

Monster babies, like concentration camps, are bad subjects for jokes. Although Lynch's taste is objectionable, his directorial talent is unquestionable.

In a sentence, it is the sexful Henry’s anxiety-based wish to inhabit the destructive without the creative, hence "Eraserhead."