Friday, May 27, 2011
#18: Naked Lunch (1991)
The fusion of perhaps the strangest book ever written turned into cinema by perhaps the strangest director ever to make a movie (David Cronenberg of Videodrome fame) has bequeathed to us what essentially amounts to a Rorschach test of a movie, whose plot is every bit as open to interpretation as an ink blot spilled on a white card. After an exterminator manages to become addicted to the chemical he uses to kill bugs, he accidentally kills his wife and becomes involved in a secret government plot (orchestrated by giant bugs) in an islamic part of a town in Africa. He receives the good news from his bug agent. Said agent is a wrinkly vagina with beetle wings. Enough said.