I know this is suitable for the beginning of a psychedelic novel, or a monologue narration before the official start of a movie. Like a naked lunch.
In the end, I still think of it, three years after watching it, some day or night before graduation. After watching it, I will dream again. Naked Lunch is such a movie. I've never taken drugs, but I suspect that under the psychedelic smoke, that's all I see.
I wake up, I'm dizzy, my bullet hits my wife's forehead, I tap the excited typewriter, the typewriter spreads its wings, the ugly cockroach-like prophet with a sinister and sexy voice, I reach into the crimson shadowy fetcher , the mucus and mucous membranes come together... I will run away, or find my love, my wife.
Oh, don't panic, my friend, this is just the beginning.
Dripping genitals, the pleasure and guilt of taking drugs, group sex and group drug use, all depicted with slightly dreamy inversions and vivid to blunt hints. It is not difficult to accept. From the perspective of the picture, it is like a mandala, using colorful fragrances to draw out the deepest evil virtues hidden under the surface of your consciousness. Indulgence, lasciviousness, cruelty, and a depravity that contentedly indulges in it. Rest assured, it is safe, it shows only what is on the screen, and what is on the screen is only a hint. But it's also the most dangerous, when you see her grinning at you in the abyss on the moral cliff, seducer!
With the protagonist's pursuit, the huge prostitution seed production base and the dark ancestor surfaced, I raised my gun, I refused to be controlled, I refused to be corrupted, so I had to resist. Only I have a gun, I will win, I will save everything, my love, my wife...
However, the author is cruel, the end of happiness is about to be realized, and it turns out to be the beginning of misfortune. What I saw was still a dilapidated living room in the style of the 1930s, with his wife's empty eyes and a blood hole in her forehead. I have a gun in my hand.
I have been reluctant to borrow Nietzsche's theory of eternal return, and I am reluctant to ask whether the pursuit of love is hope and despair. Suffice it to say, the movie is over and that's it.
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