Director: David Cronenberg
Starring: Peter Weller, Judy Davis
Okay, so this isn't a proper review because, to be honest, Naked Lunch kind of broke my brain. So, I'm going to watch it again in the hopes that I'll actually be able to articulate some thoughts on it next week but, until then, here are the four things (and, yes, I did have to do some work to whittle that number down) that are troubling me the most about the movie:
So bugs are everywhere. The typewriters are bugs. What you see above is one typewriter/bug attacking another typewriter/bug. This scene goes on for a while and gets really bloody and, also, the typewriter/bugs talk so you get to hear the dying typewriter/bug's death agony in all its glory.
Also, the typewriter/bugs are capable of morphing into sex organs or, at least, things resembling sex organs and then you end up with this business, which will haunt your dreams.
Seriously. I don't know.
I mean, sure, why not? Monique Merceur ripping open her skin to reveal Roy Scheider underneath might actually be the most normal thing in the whole movie, now that I think about it.
So, there it is. To find out how I fare with a repeat viewing, check back next Thursday.