William Burroughs’ novel was long considered to be unfilmable, a theory that David Cronenberg proved with this ’91 adaptation. Riffing through the book, sampling scenes from the author’s life, with a generous helping of sci-fi horror and psycho-sexual neurosis, Naked Lunch plunges Peter Weller and Judy Davis into a beatnik junkie netherworld. Flawed Kafka on ketamine and arguably Cronenberg’s most ambitious work to date.