Wow. This was something else. I admit I knew nothing about William S. Burroughs before seeing this, so some of the real life parallels were lost on me. But then again, most of what happened in the movie was lost on me. This is one of those where I can definitely see that a second viewing is required. And I won't mind seeing it again, as there was a lot I liked about it. Weller's dry performance was great, as were the effects and overall weirdness.

Fun imagery, interesting story, tragic lead. No idea what was going on a lot of the time, but does it matter?

Naked Lunch the movie isn't really an adaptation of Naked Lunch the book. It's actually closer to being a depiction of Burroughs' life at the time of writing the book. I had mixed feelings about the book, although it was certainly fascinating, and I feel similarly about the movie. The movie shares in the book's deliberate lack of cohesion, but the end result in this case is that you're left feeling like something's missing. It's compelling, but not too satisfying.

After reading the source, a letdown, but an admittedly weird one (even amidst Cronenberg feats). Moments of surreal brilliance abound.

It has its rough edges, but Naked Lunch has a ridiculous amount of charm. It's difficult not to love Lee's monotone voice and robotic ambulation throughout Lunch's bright and interesting environments. The surreal characters and events strewn throughout the film all imbue the piece with a very magical wonder, it's easy to get caught up in the strangeness of the whole affair. Some effects are poor, and the script can limp along at times, but it's just too damn charming to miss.

Cronenberg should go back and adapt some other Burroughs stuff; the Red Night trilogy would be twisted. Weller is fantastic in this.

A superb approach to adaptation that serves more as a companion to the text than an alternative version. Visually astounding with an excellent turn from Peter Weller.

I watched this movie back to back with EraserHead when it first came out on vhs back in the day. I still remember my mind warping while looking at Roy Scheider with a pair of tits on the screen.

Peter Weller's subdued performance is the best part of this sub-par film.

The main character, a hard-boiled recovering junkie, slips back into drug use and finds himself more and more in a hallucinatory state. His ability or desire to detect that state also begins to break down, and he gives himself over to an inner adventure that in part involves reporting on his experiences through writing. His author friends find his work brilliant, and encourage him to keep doing whatever he's doing. And this is close to how the real book "Naked Lunch" was originally written.

Bugs everywhere also some wild crazy stuff. I enjoyed it