David Lynch's first film Eraserhead gets a welcome re-issue since it seemed well ahead of its time when it was first released.

The story such as it is, concerns Henry (Nance), a kind of Tim Robbins lookalike who looks like he's accidentally plugged his hand in an electric socket to get wild vertical hair.

Henry is living in dark and shabby urban surroundings when he finds himself trapped in a relationship with his girlfriend. She in turn gives birth to a mutant foetus which is crying for attention.

Lynch's brand of black humour creates weird abandon as in a memorable sequence a chicken comes alive on a plate and that, coupled with some dark dreamlike sequences leaves acutely aware that this is one of those Friday night films that you should perhaps only see under the influence of some mild but life enhancing drugs.

It's short at 85 minutes but the man who is eraserhead (look out for the mindfucking pencil sharpening sequence) is worth seeing.

A film that achieved cult status pretty much immediately merely because director Lynch was so determined to deviate from the norm and memorably it enabled Lynch to go on to further acts of weirdness in subsequent films.