Henry Spencer (Jack Nance) copes with life, relationships, and something like fatherhood in a strange, industrial dream world where a tiny singing woman lives inside his radiator and, yes, people’s heads can actually be made into pencil erasers. Something between paranoia and nightmare pervades every frame of the film as Henry experiences grotesque versions of otherwise normal human events: He meets a girlfriend’s mother and is confronted by her about sex shortly before his tiny chicken dinner bleeds all over the table. He finds out that he is a father, but his child is not only inhuman, it’s unnatural and ultimately drives him to the edge of sanity. Easily one of director David Lynch’s best films, Eraserhead demands to be seen on its own terms and refuses to be categorized.