they're not even sure it's a baby

You know, I love David Lynch, and more than the next girl. I'm even fairly certain that I understand Inland Empire, which is almost verboten for the Lynch fan. But Eraserhead is not only not a movie to crochet to, but 27 minutes in and all I'm seeing is just weird ass shit. And it's weird enough to make me a vegetarian. It also makes me wonder where Lynch grew up. Twin Peaks is one thing, Inland Empire another, Dune even further off the Lynch track, but Eraserhead just makes me wonder. I am committed to it, though. It will be finished by tomorrow night.