Naked lunch is not naked, no seafood

Lela 2021-12-22 08:01:19

If you want to watch an entertainment film, if you are afraid of being dull, if you see the anus and feel sick, you don’t need to watch this movie.

The first time I read Kafka’s novel, it was no less than reading a book. I was bored and bored and almost fell asleep, but I remembered his short "The Metamorphosis". The hero almost started from it. My attention began to tilt from romance and reality to "perverted" modern psychological works, which strengthened Gregor, Mersault, Rashomon, and Mrs. Dalloway, waiting Godot, Prufrock who sings love songs. I was addicted to it for a while and couldn't extricate myself. Until later, I was horrified and confused. I couldn't sleep at night, so I stopped watching it again.

This loss has been two years. I wasted two years.

But no matter how I turn a blind eye, there is still no way to avoid this modernist category. Seeing it, I am like a regular customer of pimps, no longer flushed, and when I mention it, I am like a long-lost old friend, telling me how to miss it.

Looking at "Naked Lunch" again, I almost forgot the word "alienation". I wore a waistcoat woven by Benshan Dandan. I never got out. I thought it was a part of my body. A crawling beetle or a gray spider busy weaving a web.

Here is as always crazy and magic, ugly and pale. The printer turns into a beetle, and the beetle turns into a sex changer. Butt can talk, anus wants to take drugs. White powder turns yellow powder, yellow powder turns black powder. Couples play games, the game proves.

Then use rationality to deconstruct and morality to observe, and what you see is a white horse is not a horse.

But deconstruction and observation have always been behaviors that people are passionate about, and they are also the show off of other animals. Since the slogan of knowing oneself, everyone is diligently seeking nothing more than exploring themselves and ignorance outside of themselves. I did not focus on the director, actor, screenwriter, or technique, I just recorded a little movie-watching experience with sporadic and trivial passages.

Women's subordinate status: A brief introduction, the concrete morality and sense of justice Fadela turned out to be just a Benway dressed in human skin, surrounded by Benway is a confession lover, is a group of living defenders. Lee's wife, Joan, is even more insignificant, repeating the same death twice insensibly.

Male dominance: Under the dual planning of knowledge (insecticide powder, centipede powder) and power (tradition and morality), Benway has become a sign and weather vane for control and paralysis of consciousness. It is the little people who make people sweat and gather. Around him, willing to become his lover and servant, greedily sucking the semen from the typewriter, and the typewriter, as the endorsement of knowledge and civilization, is actually singing praises for the rights groups, seeking benefits, and is their slave.

The reality of marginal consciousness and subconsciousness: With the help of drugs, Interzone is peeled layer by layer, and the secret of the dense land is finally exposed. It is yellow and black. If you catch the truth, you are a good fan. There is no brilliance to reason here, and the conclusions drawn by rational thinking are without exception untenable. Only with the catalysis of the paralyzing yellow and black powder, we can see Lee’s homosexuality one by one, and the combination of Fadela and Benway is one. The foolish nature of Midi and so on.

The truth and illusion of art and the inner world: a writer who has a home cannot be a writer; a writer is a homeless wanderer, a lonely endorsement, and an illusory addict. The game in the film is just the external representation of the subconscious mind, the true inner thoughts, "kill the angel in the house", Lee can take the typewriter and become a writer. The movie itself is also a child of intercourse between reality and illusion: the person is in it, and the body is outside, which is specious and really mysterious.

The universal existence of alienation: horizontal alienation is the variation of different species, and vertical alienation is the variation within the individual. The people in the film are all abnormal, homosexual, sexually perverted, and hypersensitive. When everyone is "abnormal", everyone is "normal". When everyone alienates, alienation immediately becomes the norm of survival.

Realistic significance: Since no one can escape alienation and control, naturally there is no need to make a fuss and yell. The so-called world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not ancient, but it is just a glorious trumpet of self; the so-called mountains and flowing waters and peach blossoms are nothing but the stubborn escape of self; and the so-called lofty and prosperous virtues are nothing but the precious skin of the self.

The thought and depth of the film is far more than that, I can only dig into it on the basis of my own understanding.

Original blog: http://yanhaibing.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_19.html

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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.