Eraserhead 4K 1977 Ultra HD 2160p

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Henry, who lives in a smoky industrial town, is forced to marry his girlfriend who got him pregnant. They are faced with the problem of nursing a mutant child, who looks nothing like a human being.

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Many people tell stories about how they first encountered Lynch and say that they watched “Eraserhead” after the brilliant “The Elephant Man.” I was no exception. This is exactly how it happened... Late at night, alone at home with a pirated copy...

If an unknown director had made “Eraserhead,” the film would have been considered the ravings of a madman (although that was probably the case, because it was only in 2004 that the men in suits from the US Congress decided that they needed to elevate themselves and their intellect and dubbed the film “culturally significant”), shoot it Tarantino, and the film would have been called trash. But Lynch shot it, and it was called surreal art house. But whatever you call it, Eraserhead is a strange, incomprehensible, long film by an extraordinary director with a blissful smile that is not of this world, who shoots disgusting things but manages to remain everyone's favorite.

The power of this film, and of Lynch's other works, lies neither in the unexpected filming style, nor in the profoundly hollow scripts, nor in the nastiness he shows, nor in the arguments of his viewers, nor in the suspiciously genius actors. Filming what you dreamt, what you felt, what suddenly popped into your gifted and crazy head — that is the power of the great and terrible David Lynch.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that Eraserhead is the greatest film ever made (after all, we don't know what Lynch will come up with in the future), but it made a huge, immeasurable impression on me. Even I, a person who endured David Lynch's torment in The Elephant Man, Blue Velvet, and In the Inner Empire, thought he was crazy. But no! That was not the case! This unusually brilliant work makes you question its completeness and breaks all the established norms. It destroys your familiar view of life and begins to lure you into its rotten atmosphere. In every little detail, you start looking for hidden meaning, signs, hints. A man with levers becomes someone's pathetic god, and a coconut planet becomes the world of Henry, a special man from a town for schizophrenics.

A window with only a wall visible behind it (incidentally, exactly the same as in The Elephant Man), a battery containing a theater with a strange, chubby, ugly girl-dream, and a picture of something resembling an atomic explosion. This is the whole little world of Henry, which will be disrupted by his neighbor Mary, a girl who has been beaten up, and her little half-dead miscarriage. But Lynch's perfect (or imperfect) world cannot be destroyed by anyone, not even the most sophisticated critic. None of us can comprehend the mysterious depths of the genius subconscious that create unique three-dimensional worlds every time.

Eraserhead is constructed and created in half-tones, shrouded in a gloomy smog in which the characters live. But despite the fragility of understanding, the intimacy of what is happening, and the social weakness of surrealism, Lynch begins a harsh reckoning with all the participants in the film and the viewers drawn into it. The lynching begins. The director destroys people's lives on his own, harshly and irrevocably, without regard for morality or tradition. The bacchanalia of executions, whether it be a child who looks nothing like a human being and evokes the deepest feelings of compassion, or the nervous Henry, whom you begin to empathize with wholeheartedly by the middle of the film, destroys a world that came out of nowhere. David Lynch kills everyone, including Henry, who is so similar to himself. His world, like a large coconut, has cracked, and he is left alone with his ugly, blinding dream of Monroe from the theater. His head has been turned into an eraser, and ours into a repository. Here, David, who is busy lynching his audience, has put together the most understandable and simple things, sowing a depressing feeling of doubt and search, while hiding the most interesting, incomprehensible, and unattainable things for us.

Well, how could it be otherwise? This is Lynch, after all. The incomprehensible, strange Lynch. But you don't get bad grades for being inexplicable.