I watched Eraserhead last night.
Some movies, you watch and go "Huh... I wonder what's going on..." but in a "I'm still interested because the plot has me hooked" way.
And sometimes, you just go, "What the fuck is going on? WHY IS THERE A LADY IN THE RADIATOR THAT SINGS?! AND WHY DID THAT MAN'S SUPPER POOP BLOOD?!"
It wasn't bad by any means; it was an *art* film. for the point of view of art, hey... great! But beyonf that, it's toooo fucked up.
Unless you watch it whilst on drugs. Then it...well... fuck it'd just make me go hide in a corner and cry.