Naked Lunch

A challenge if you're expecting a forward-moving plot but there's also more than enough pitch-black humor and straight-faced madness to lighten the mood, especially since Burroughs' strange lingo and vicious knack for language are intact.

If you've yet to purchase this incredible mind-trip involving bug powder, Brazilian centipedes, typewriters turning into giant insects, and bumping into Mugwumps in bars then the Blu-ray release is well worth your hard earned money.

...very nearly accomplishes the book's goal of "extinguishing all rational thought."

a respectful fugue on Burroughs' life and art ... It can be forgiven its acolyte's soul, for it is willing ...to confront Burroughs' signature themes of addiction and control, and to meld them into ... an evocation of the master.

This is the only film in which a typewriter beetle kills another typewriter beetle for being a secret agent. I mention it only because of the relevance of the written word, and typewriters %u2013 portable ones in this case %u2013 are the medium of the mes

Given that nobody could really have adapted Burroughs' book in any literal manner, what Cronenberg does instead is predictably creepy, warped and dreamy.

Stands on its own apart from the book.

There are no great scenes, just flat moments of weirdness with lots of schlorping noises.

One of Cronenberg's most difficult but deliriously clever and emotionally insinuating films.

Cronenberg's overly-ambitious attempt at filming the unfilmable.

At root the most personal mission statement of a vital cinematic voice.

Cronenberg is the right man for a very, very odd job.