I saw "EraserHead" back in the late '70's. A friend who was a film student talked a bunch of us into going to see it at a midnight showing in Greenwich Village. He spent the rest of the night apologizing to us. 25 years later I still have some of the more disturbing images in my mind as clearly as if I'd seen it yesterday.

If I had revenge fantasies (which I don't), I would pull David Lynch over for a minor traffic violation, and he would tell me that he left his license and registration at home, and I would make his life a living hell for a few minutes.

But, as the Mikado (or W.S. Gilbert) said: "virtue triumphs only in theatrical performances".