Eraserhead 4K 1977 Ultra HD 2160p

Henry, who lives in a smoky industrial town, is forced to marry his girlfriend after she becomes pregnant. They are faced with the problem of raising a mutant child who looks nothing like a human being.

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It all started when a black-suited young man named Henry accidentally let the pale-faced Eraserhead slip out of his mouth. He spat it out, and that was it. Where? Why? It's unclear. But the deed was done—that much was undeniable. Then, of course, some man with a mangled body (let's just call him GOD), sitting in the infernal Cosmos and looking through the shattered glass at all this ugliness, decided to give the green light to this vile creature so that it too could enjoy all the joys of life imaginable in a world populated by concrete houses, brick walls, empty factories, and trains heading to who knows where.

So, our dear God presses the lever and the pale-faced Eraserhead is safely flushed down the pipes into this toilet world, receiving his registration and, at the same time, the surname of his father, who silently wanders through the dumpster landscapes with the hairstyle of the first punk and the fountain pens so necessary to the author in his breast pocket.

Settling into Henry's concrete cage, where there is a spring bed, a workbench, a chair, a floor lamp, a chest of drawers with hay instead of linen, a photograph of an atomic explosion, a hissing radiator, and a lilac branch growing straight out of the bedside table—a nameless creation, and with it, his nameless mother—they spend their time doomed to entertain each other with rich conversations in the spirit of "yes... no... I don't know... maybe..." and caring for the child who has fallen on the fragile and confused family like a piano on their heads.

Subsequently, the young mother will return to her parents, and the father, in his immutable suit, will take on the entire burden of responsibility for the child who has no arms, no legs, no ears, no nose... No kindergarten, no future.

Well, everything that happens next—you just have to watch, and watch from beginning to end, right up to the final mutter, the final credits, because this film is art of the purest kind, even though it was shot through a swampy sludge, the din of factories, newspapers, and steamboats, and the endless hissing of a very old radiator, to the sounds of which more than one generation of children grew up in dilapidated concrete communal apartments.

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According to legend, David Lynch put a lot of himself into this film. For example, a lot of personal time (five years, it seems), a lot of gray Washington dollars (a hundred thousand, it seems), and a lot of his own experiences caused by the birth of his daughter, living in a dingy corner of a neon city, a series of meaningless jobs he had to take to buy a few more doses of celluloid film to pour all the horror and nightmare that surrounded their young family in a ten-dollar panel box into the script—also a kind of miscarriage of modern civilization, like Henry's nameless child.

Henry was doomed from the start. The child was buried even before the mutilated Lord pulled the lever. Everything in this film—from the appearance of Henry's gaping mouth to the final song performed by the chubby woman from the radiator—is steeped in fear and anxiety, creeping up on our protagonist at 24 frames per second, accompanied by the monotonous cries of the slimy Eraserhead and the lecherous glances of the neighbor who fucks creepy old men in her inaccessible apartment across the hall.

Henry froze huinu. He did nothing useful. Just like thousands before him. Eraserhead, impaled on a pencil. So... he scribbled a couple of squiggles, then safely erased them, leaving only small indentations on the snow-white paper.

Such is the concept of human life. According to David Lynch, so to speak.

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Codec: HEVC / H.265 (84.4 Mb/s)
Resolution: Native 4K (2160p)
Aspect ratio: 1.85:1
Original aspect ratio: 1.85:1

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#English: DTS-HD Master Audio 2.0
#English: DTS 2.0

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