I finally watched Naked Lunch with commentary by David C-berg and Peter "Robocop" Weller... it was beautifully revealing, if incredibly dense. If you don't know the movie, it's about a writer/exterminator who becomes addicted to insecticide and, after he shoots his wife and his typewriter turns into a beetle, starts descending a bottomless, hallucinatory hole, seeking bizarre replacement fixes to vindicate his behavior.
I haven't read the book yet--the movie itself is only loosely based on it, while the rest is taken either from Burroughs's life and other work or Cronenberg's own brain. I'm fascinated by anything Burroughs I've encountered thus far--even his idiosyncratic voice, which Cronenberg describes as "metallic, nasal, Midwestern twang."
Two examples:
Recently featured on boing boing, an animation by some guy using a Burroughs audio clip:
And the striking opening to season 6 of The Sopranos. I could watch this over and over again.
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