naked lunch

Leola 2022-03-21 09:02:12

First off topic, a real conversation record in life:

Mother: "Do you have any good movies on your computer?"

Me: "It's basically the ones you don't like or understand~~~"

Mother: "What's this? "Naked Lunch"? Brat, have you started watching porn?" Me

: "...No, it's about drugs."

Mother: "Oh, I don't understand."

Lunch"? I have always heard of this movie, but I have never had the chance to see it. Once I saw its poster in the "Watching Movie" magazine, so I decided to watch it.

David Cronenberg, he's only seen one of his movies, "The Promise of the East", the fight in the bathroom is vivid, don't know "Naked Lunch" is the same?

The results were very different. I knew it was about drugs, but I didn't expect it to be this way. It was a bit unacceptable, a Kafkaesque fantasy. I really don't know that insect repellent powder can also be used to make drugs. The bugs actually have a secret organization. This secret organization has been fighting against aliens. Every group (bugs and aliens) wants to monopolize drugs. The market, sent spies to murder the other party's spies and leaders, what do you think, it's too awesome, but I still don't quite understand the two stories about the protagonist: 1 About the bizarre death of the Duchess of Fente 2 The story of the ass instead of the mouth. These two stories should not be optional. They allude to some things or some truths. The first one never understands, and the second one seems to say don't use your lower body to think. your own. But don't know if it's right.

Classmates who have just finished eating should not watch this movie. It is rather disgusting. It is both bugs and aliens, as well as other things that the hero fantasizes about because of drug addiction. It's the first time I've seen drugs in this way. I've seen "Trainspotting" and "Requiem of a Dream" before. These two are more upright and unified. "Trainspotting" seems to be not the focus of drugs, but youth, and "Dream". "Requiem" expresses the changes in life, family and love after people become addicted to drugs in a more objective way. This one is more fantastic, just like the "Requiem for a Dream" in the "Big Fish" version. If you have time, you might as well watch it. The last one is 2 hours after eating.

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Naked Lunch quotes

  • Yves Cloquet: I've seen you around, but I had no idea you were queer.

    Bill Lee: Queer?

    Yves Cloquet: [leers] I saw you arrive with those three Interzone boys. What an entrance. You all looked very... familiar with each other.

    Bill Lee: [gulps] Queer. A curse. Been in our family for generations. The Lees have always been perverts. I shall never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands when the baneful word seared my reeling brain - I was a homosexual. I thought of the painted simpering female impersonators I'd seen in a Baltimore nightclub. Could it be possible I was one of those subhuman things? I walked the streets in a daze like a man with a light concussion. I would've destroyed myself. And a wise old queen - Bobo, we called her - taught me that I had a duty to live and bear my burden proudly for all to see. Poor Bobo came to a sticky end - he was riding in the Duke Devanche's Hispano Suissa when his falling hemorrhoids blew out of the car and wrapped around the rear wheel. He was completely gutted leaving an empty shell sitting there on the giraffe skin upholstry. Even the eyes and the brain went with a horrible "shlupping" sound. The Duke says he would carry that ghastly "shlup" with him to his mausoleum.

  • Bill Lee: Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. This asshole talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell. This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called The Better Ole that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?" "Nah I had to go relieve myself." After a while the asshole started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his asshole would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him, "It is you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit." After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoles tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous - except for the EYES you dig. Thats one thing the asshole COULDN'T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabs eyes on the end of a stalk.