Scary Fingers

Rocco looked over his shoulder carrying a tray of cream with the guilty look of a raggedy dog as I shuffled into the kitchen, at gunpoint of a six-two gun moll–assuming she ever was one. Don’t say anything, I thought as Eileen Hennessey ordered me to a chair. I sat in the chair. Rocco spread the cream cheese on the bagel. “There’s two ways we can do this.” She sat on the other side and took a big chomp out of the bagel. “First, why are you here?”

I dressed in a black suit and tie, white shirt, and a white envelope with a pen and two makeup sticks resembling pens duct taped beside my lapel as a facsimile pocket to complete my costume as the Eraserhead protagonist, Henry Spencer. I had expected more people to dress up, so I was extremely self-conscious in my getup, and suspected the character felt the same anxiety through out the film. Entering the theatre I was greeted by a man with an eraserhead baby strapped to his chest...

Friday. Opening Night. The line ran down the block and around the corner. We were in line to see Lost Highway. Music Box Theatre’s retrospective “Moving Through Time” featured all of David Lynch's films, documentaries on actors in his films, the music involved, and Lynch's influences...