Eraserhead

In the spirit of October, I'd like to discuss my scary movie experience of note, namely of watching the David Lynch classic: Eraserhead. I watched it partly on the recommendation of my girlfriend, who said it scared her shitless. She had to turn on all the lights in the house and was terrified for the next two days until her roommates got back from a trip they'd been on.

So obviously I watched it alone and with all the lights off. I also watched it stoned. This made the movie make A LOT of sense. The symbolism that struck me while watching it continues to hold critical water under the pale glare of sobriety. I suggest to anyone who hasn't watched it stoned to do so at your earliest convenience. You have two weeks before the end of October, *ahem*.

Eraserhead didn't scare me shitless, but it did compel me to reconsider how soon I want to have kids. By the following day after watching the movie I'd moved that hypothetical date back three years.

Eraserhead was my introduction to David Lynch and his entrancing brand of intuitively sensical nonsense. Though I wouldn't recommend watching any or even most movies stoned, I expect that David Lynch's work generally goes pretty well with the ganja because of his peculiar sense of logic and story flow. In and of itself, that's neither a good thing nor a bad thing, but Eraserhead was definitely excellent.