Some movies are best watched sober while others might best be enjoyed with a liberal dose of alcohol or possibly hallucinogens. With David Lynch’s Eraserhead (1977) I strongly suspect drugs might give the viewers a panic attack because they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a hallucination or the actual movie. I watched it while slightly drowsy from a lack of sleep and there were times when I was wondering if I was awake or if my mind was off in dreamland. It got hard to tell. This is the latest movie from Empire magazine’s Greatest Movies list from 2008 that I got to scratch off during my many, many hours spent indoors over the past months. It was not my first time experiencing the unique filmmaking style of David Lynch, and that’s a good thing because otherwise I might not have watched any of his later stuff. Eraserhead felt to me like a bizarre art house film by a young student who clearly didn’t care one bit about convention or pleasing the masses. I must no...