if you ever start dating (your father and i are growing concerned), a good test to see if your date is the real deal is to show them eraserhead. if they finish it and tell you how much they loved it, and how deep and thought-provoking it was, they’re either a fucking liar or so full of shit that they’ll never have room for your dick anyway. send a postcard to their new address at 1 Curb Street after you kick them to it.
this art house “so random lol” bullshit has gotta go. i didn’t approve this movie to be made, and i’m pissed it got past my radar. i’ve started working on a time machine to go back to the 70’s and kick lynch in his black and white twin peaks. when i see him i’ll be sure to be chewing on some moss and faking a seizure or some dumb shit so he thinks i’m just a normal part of his day, then i’ll hit him in the face with a tarantino screenplay so he can see some engaging plot and characters for once.
i wish i could eraserhead this movie from my memory. well whatever, happy fucking halloween to you guys. except you, david, as if that wasn’t obvious already.
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