The only film ever that gave me the screaming abdabs.
The two scenes that turned my stomach are mentioned above. The Cornish game hen that squirms on the plate when carved, and the unwrapping of the child to expose its innards. The whole thing could have been designed as an exercise in giving Kevin the willies and still making him feel squeamish to this day. It's the only film I ever had to walk out of through sheer horror and distaste. I saw it at a midnight screening held by the film club I'd joined in Norwich, forty-odd years ago. I've since watched it on DVD, but let me tell you a secret. If you've only seen the DVD, you have missed the whole point. The surreality cannot reach through anything smaller than a full-size cinema screen. i swear that something in the celluloid was imprinted by Lynch to ooze out of the cinema screen, and is lost in digital. And go alone, God forbid you should have another human whose landholding presence might encourage you to stay for
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