Smash the control machine.
David Cronenberg’s trippy pyrethrum-fuelled pastiche of William S. Burroughs’ life and works is an art-house favourite of mine, but be warned, just popping the VHS in the VCR will give you a severe contact high.
If your tape recorder turns into some sort of throbbing gelatinous nightmare that asks for 80 bucks, just give it the cash, or it will never release the tape.
Its one of those films that looks damn fine on the shelf with Barton Fink or Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. -Pop
Naked Lunch arrived on Home Video this week in 1992, after a December 27th, 1991 US theatrical release.