When Henry Spencer (Jack Nance) becomes a father, life plunges into the strange existentialism of factory noise, isolation, chicken dinner and psychosexual abstraction, meanwhile between the bars of the radiator, the stage is lit and a song begins.
Lynch’s dark vision of paranoia, alienation and paternity cracked open the skull of American cinema, becoming an enduring cult sensation which is still as disquietingly hypnotic and mystifyingly enigmatic to this day.