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"Oh you are sick." David Lynch's feature debut is a monochrome fever dream of frustrated desires and horrific unease
"They're still not sure it is a baby!"
The precise nature and identity of the monstrous infant at the centre of Eraserhead remains a mystery, but then the same could be said of the film itself, which appeared, as if out of nowhere, in 1977, eluding easy definition or comfortable reception.
By turns beautiful, annoying, funny, exasperating and repellent, but always bristling with a nervous energy, Eraserhead is a film that has few obvious cinematic precedents - apart from the early surrealist collaborations of Bunuel and Dalí, which Lynch claims at the time not to have seen.
Once, however, it had found its natural audience on the midnight movie circuit, it was quick to attract the enthusiastic support of directors Mel Brooks, George Lucas and Stanley Kubrick (whose 2001: A Space Odyssey is obliquely evoked in Eraserhead's opening image of its protagonist's 'inner space'). From being a little known painter and maker of obscure underground short films, David Lynch had well and truly arrived as one of America's boldest and most original explorers of the shadowy subconscious, unfolding a narrative of knotted dreams and darkest desires.
After an opening which shows Henry Spencer (Nance) floating over a roughly hewn planet and (after Fisk's horrifically burnt 'man in the planet' pulls on some levers) releasing a foetus-like entity from his gaping mouth, the film shifts the 'action' to an imposing industrial landscape through which Henry walks, tiny and alienated, on his way back to a dingy, cell-like apartment. The beautiful girl living next door (Roberts) informs Henry that Mary X (Stewart), his ex, has invited him to dinner at her parents' house. There, a grotesque meal of painfully awkward conversation, perverse psychosexual tension and animated 'manmade' chicken is interrupted by news from Mrs X (Bates) that Henry is father to Mary's premature baby.
Now married, Henry shares his apartment with the loveless Mary and the baby (swaddled, but for its alien neck and head, entirely in bandages), but chooses not to tell his wife about a small, foetus-like worm that he has received in the mail. When one night Mary, unable to endure the baby's endless crying, walks out, Henry, left alone with his stunted progeny, experiences a series of dreams all loosely reflecting his frustrated desire for erasure - not that it is easy to tell Henry's dreams apart from reality.
The baby falls suddenly (and hideously) ill, preventing Henry from leaving the apartment to check for more mail. A heavenly blonde lady with unnaturally puffy cheeks (Near) dances on a stage hidden behind Henry's radiator, all the while squishing underfoot the foetuses that rain down onto the floor. Henry extracts foetuses from between the legs of a sleeping Mary and flings them violently against the wall.
Henry is visited and seduced by his neighbour and tries to distract her attention from the crying baby as the lovers sink into a milky pool in the bed. The lady in the radiator sings but when Henry joins her onstage, she disappears and his head is pushed off his shoulders by a second, foetus-like head that emerges crying from his neck. A little boy (Coulson) sells Henry's disembodied head to a pencil factory which uses the brain to make pencil erasers. When Henry eventually wakes up, rejected by the neighbour and mocked by his baby, he decides that the time has come to see what is beneath those bandages - but is it heaven or hell that awaits our hapless hero?
No plot summary can do justice to the unsettling experience of watching Eraserhead for the first time. Confounding, hysterical and almost unendurably tense, it leaves viewers as disoriented as Henry himself.
The effect is only enhanced by Alan Splet's extraordinary sound design, where factory ambience, organ drones and other, heavily treated noise combine into a fully immersive kind of musique concrete, jarring one moment, ethereal the next but always forming a carefully calibrated continuum with the film's nearly tangible vibe.
Visually, too, the film is an unnerving treat, wherein Lynch's textured set designs have been shot by DPs Herbert Cardwell and Frederick Elmes on a black-and-white filmstock with lighting set-ups that exploit every conceivable shade of dark to accompany Henry's difficult emergence into the light. Here, sound and image merge together to engender a mood like no other, as Lynch creates his own hermetic world of the mind with dizzying technical accomplishment.
Sporting an impossibly tall haircut that has become one of the film's most iconic signifiers of otherness, Henry is immediately recognisable as a freakish misfit, his very appearance and physical stiffness embodying the discomfort that the film inspires in its audience - and yet Nance's performance is a masterclass in tragicomic understatement, all minutely nuanced gestures and Tati-esque humanity. Grounded in a permanently menacing post-apocalyptic present, Henry seeks refuge in the nostalgic comforts of the past (scratchy recordings of Fats Waller, his old-fashioned suit and tie), while dreaming of the better life and greater love that repeatedly evade his grasp. He is an awkward Everyman for an age of anxiety.
At the film's core is a portrait of a dreamer unable to shape, control, understand or ignore the prodigious entity that he has unwittingly fathered and equally unable to get past it and move on.
As such, Eraserhead is a thoroughly reflexive film. Lynch and his small, highly dedicated crew lost over half a decade of their lives to the difficult production (with Lynch squatting for more than a year in the very room that served as Henry's bedroom); and after a fraught premiere at Filmex, in a fit of pique Lynch took a pair of scissors to his ill-proportioned progeny and brutally, irrevocably cut some 20 minutes from its heart, apparently in imitation of his protagonist's final act.
There are few more probing portraits of the creative act gone awry, or of a stalled artist's (self) destructive urges than this astonishing debut - at least, that is, until the Coen brothers inventively reimagined Lynch's film as Barton Fink (1991).
Eraserhead may appear shapeless on the surface, but unwrap this baby and you will discover a whole universe of untold depths and hidden textures in which to become trapped, lost or sublimely elevated. Lynch's debut feature is freakish perfection.
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