
1991 · David Cronenberg
How Naked Lunch has been received, argued over, and remembered.
In 1991 it split critics down the middle and bombed at the box office, though the National Society of Film Critics still handed Cronenberg best director and screenplay. Today it's settled comfortably into the canon as one of the great acts of literary adaptation-by-refusal — a Criterion staple and a peak-Cronenberg pick.
The eternal fight: is it a brilliant solution to an 'unfilmable' book — adapting the writing of it rather than the book itself — or a cop-out that sanitizes Burroughs?
'Exterminate all rational thought' is the line people quote, and the Mugwumps and insect typewriters are endlessly referenced shorthand for drug-fueled creative paranoia — 'Interzone' alone has named bands, clubs, and magazines.
A cult object and Cronenberg-completist essential — the arthouse gateway drug people press on friends with a 'trust me' rather than an explanation.