Well, I hated the Salinger at seventeen myself. Most of my class was going on about how great it was and how it changed their lives, and I thought, "Gods, I can't stand that Holden Caulfield twit." One of my classmates later told me that he'd felt the same way, but he hadn't wanted to go against the rest of the class. I, as I'm sure you can imagine, didn't worry about it.
I saw about ten minutes of Eraserhead when I was in high school and haven't seen any of it since. (The people I was babysitting for came home.) Still, the library does have it, so I'll probably be getting to it some time in the next six months or so. I can't really say if I would've liked it or not. I'm fond of David Lynch, though you kind of have to reset your brain to watch most of his stuff. My sister's then-boyfriend adored it, I know, and he showed me the Cocteau and various other things, so I mostly trust his taste. To this day, I think of movies as things he would like, even though I haven't heard from him in something like ten years.
I'm watching Fellini's Amarcord right now, and all I can think is, "Those boys are really obnoxious; are we supposed to be on their side?" Still, it's well-filmed. There's a shot of a wheat field right now that's lovely, even if what's going on isn't, particularly. Maybe that's how Fellini works; it's the first movie of his that I've ever seen.
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"