Mini-Review: Lynch bypasses the ego and appeals straight to the Id to create an oft-hilarious, oft-terrifying snapshot of familial, parental, sexual, existential anxiety. Eraserhead is film as ethnomethodology, rendering the conventions of common etiquette (film, too, for that matter) as ridiculous as they are burdensome to discourse -- they breed complacency in favor of understanding, something that, for all his occasional abstruseness, Lynch could never be accused of doing.

Mini-Review: "Jewish revenge porn?" I can't see anybody finding titillation in the events depicted. No, this is just a work so blisteringly amoral, so averse to drawing a moral line or creating a single irreproachable character, that it, in the vein of A Clockwork Orange, is genuinely upsetting. Less a revenge flick than one questioning the concept's very validity, it shows differentiating between travesties committed in the name of intolerance, nationality, vengeance, opportunism is akin to splitting hairs.

Mini-Review: I prefer my commercials about 1/300 as long.

Mini-Review: Final score: Football 7, racism 0.

Mini-Review: Not just canny commentary on how this generation's experiences are inextricably mediated through the prism of pop culture; it captures an attendant myopia, too. Any coincidence the film parallels Scott's fundamental narcissism w/ the endless parade of exclusionary inside jokes? Or that Scott (and by extension the audience) finds it impossible to separate his culture-saturated inner world from the world at large? It's all exhilaratingly, uninhibitedly hyperreal: Baudrillard would have a field day