I first saw Eraserhead at The Ogden Theater in Denver in ’78.
The Ogden was/is this hoary old broad of a film house situated on lower Colfax, an easy walk up from the Capitol. Which the hookers, dopers, pimps and worse did indeed nightly stroll. That part of Colfax was less than savory, shall we say.
But the Ogden was a marvel – it showed anything and everything. It was known for its midnight showings of the offbeat and soon-to-be cult films. Which is where Eraserhead fits in.
Here follows a few of the least cringe worthy moments of Eraserhead: