I don't like Burroughs, but I do like Cronenberg so I gave this a try. Unfortunately, it felt like reading the novel in the sense that I was bored and didn't really care. I have no interest in drug-addled movies or junkie culture, so it was hard to get beyond that. I'm sure if I watched it again I would get more out of it, but why would I? That is true about many movies, and this is low on the list to reconsider.
Tame fare compared to the novel, but I guess the narrative required ... finding. Or maybe not. Entertaining meditation on psychosis, addiction, grief, sexuality, identity and creativity. Large daubs of self-loathing, misanthropy, and cultural imperialism. Mostly works.
Saw this last time over 20 years ago and didn't really get it then ... I mistakenly thought it was too straight to be Burroughs ... boy was I wrong. Cronenberg bending our brains again in all sorts of interesting ways! Great stuff and a great score from Howard Shore with Ornette Coleman.
Don't ever ask me to tell you what is going on in every scene and how it all connects. I am not about to rewatch the film with the intention of taking down notes and creating venn diagrams. I just know that I love the experience of it, even during the more gross sequences, and that it is another Cronenberg work that feels like it couldn't have been made by anyone else.
Less an adaptation than an imp/expressionist response to the experience of reading Burroughs, this movie barely bothers to suss out its themes (besides some nods to addiction and metamorphosis)...the savage, scattershot, unflinching satire (still relevant,alas) of the book is glossed for a Cronenberg attempt at gross out, so, body horror AGAIN, but this time without much of the supplemental psychological terror.3.5*
"I hear Interzone's really nice this time of year." I haven't read the source material, but I love this film. The mugwumps are great characters! Cronenberg's body-dysmorphia fetish gets to shake its little tailfeather here. I like the queerness in the story. I want an Arabic typewriter.
I feel like this was false advertising. I was expecting naked ladies. Instead it's all weird. Love me some Peter Weller. I have watched some bad movies that had him. He seems enigmatic. Since you can't really film 'Naked Lunch', this is a pretty good substitute.