Imagination of David Cronenberg (Naked Lunch&Videodrome)

 

If you are a big fan of  ”bizzare movies” below are two fantastic journeys that will sail you to the imagination of David Cronenberg. He is a Canadian film maker to whom I was introduced with Videodrome (1983) and Naked Lunch (1991).Both movies take you to an alternative world of reality. Strange things happen ,but people somehow do not feel alienated. Maybe it is because in both worlds people feel like anything is possible.

The bizarreness does not get out of control like David Lynch movies. If you accept the extra-ordinary realities of that world, the movie turns into an enjoyable detective story. The characters are said to be hallucinating all the time, but it makes you think, could everything around you be a hallucination when they seem so real?The visuals and the narration pull you right into the plot and doesn’t let you go until the story is finished.

Naked Lunch

Naked Lunch was inspired by a William S. Burroughs with the same title.  William Lee is a bug exterminator. After developing an addiction to the substance he  uses to kill bugs, Bill accidentally murders his wife and becomes involved in a secret government plot being orchestrated by giant bugs in an Islamic port town in Africa.

Videodrome

This movie really makes you think about the effects of television. Yes the same bullshit everywhere about how television is bad for us, mainly psychologically. But what if the technology allows TV’s to effect us physically too? The issue is not the harm of radiation, or the effect on the eyes. I mean something more than that.

Imagine the stupid tv shows we all love to watch because they are relaxing after a full day of serious work. Your muscles relax and your spine expand. Exactly at that moment the radioactive waves from the network are released into your spine and transferred directly to your brain. Now they can control you…Pretty damn good idea or Harmless conspiracy?

Enjoy!

 

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Feridun Duzagac

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Daha küçücüktüm öldüm
Ama ben masalımı da gördüm
Baba anneme söyle öldüm

Daha parlayabilirdim söndüm
Daha oynayabiliridim döndüm
Daha toplayabilirdim böldüm
Masalımı da gördüm

İstemem ben hiç adım unutulsun
Resmim tozlu raflara konsun
Arayan beni masallarda bulsun 

Nil Karaibrahimgil

??…….!!……..

I can see you ahead of me
But I’m not always forward thinkin’
I tell you what you want to hear
It depends on what I’ve been drinkin’

Cause everything I do or say
Makes it hard for you to stay
We both know What it is

Now-a-days we talk too much
Like your forgetting all the good shit
You decide what?s wrong with me
I always used to let you say

But now I like to think out loud
Your runnin’ with some different crowd
We both know what it is

I don?t know you anymore
Supposed 2 be the man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I’m so tired I cant even cry

Mr Ultra sensitive
Ill never let myself forget you
Messed each other up you know
So Im sorry if I upset you

tomorrow is another day
So Ill call you cause thats OK

We both know what it is

I dont know you anymore
Supposed to be the man
That I live my life by
And you’re attitude become a bore
And I’m so Tired
I can’t even cry

Relationship doesn?t remain
We resonate on different flames
I could cut you down again
If you were like all other men
If you were like all other men
I know that I could shut you down again
But my friend ,but my friend

I don?t know you anymore
Supposed to be the man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I’m so tired I cant even cry

 

What’s this salty water streaming down my cheeks?

Chilly Gonzales – Crying

What’s this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
My eyes are leaking and my body feels so weak.
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
I’m a thinker, not a feeler.
I don’t deal with issues, I just call my dealer.
An emotional iceberg, I pimp my feelings.
Got a thick skin, I think it’s appealing.
I was a clever child, I was never wild.
I could remember every phone number that I ever dialed.
I was remote but in control.
The die was cast, cast myself in a starring role.
And I learned how to feign affection.
Learned how to kiss babies. Every day’s an election.
Moved in slow-motion, with no emotion.
Started story-telling, they were lol-ing.
Started thinking differently. Epiphany
I turned into a different me
And thus began the infamy
It’s the infant in me, I have fun with bad puns
But sorry, ’cause the story is a sad one.
And they say that tears are not enough
But I’ll cry for a woman if she’s hot enough.
And I’ll cry for attention so you will love me.
And I’ll cry just to mess with your impression of me.
And I know it’s tempting to call me a sad clown.
‘Cause my mouth tells jokes but my fingers make sad sounds.
Call me a drama-queen, I’m fiercer than shake shears.
I know what it takes to be the Shakespeare of these fake tears.
I’m unshakable, 100% control.
My heart is cold as the Yukon, it’s also black as coal.
Oh, I’m not capable of shedding all these tears.
My life is lived like a movie, telling lies is my career.
So what’s this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
So I turn on the Fossetts. Sympathy. Symphony.
You hear violins and massive rumblings of timpani.
I started thinking differently. Epiphany.
I turned into a different me.
Thus began the infamy.
My legs tremble and my chin quivers.
My nose is running, running very fast, my body shivers.
If this is crying, I get it now.
It hurts, but it feels good, so let it out.
The master of deflection, I absorb the tension.
Pale is my complexion, my whole jaw clenching.
I just won’t cry and you know why?
I already got bloodshot eyes ’cause I’m so high.
What’s this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.

Kes

A brilliant 1969 British film about a young boy. He only likes to be free.

He catches a hawk and starts training him. A lot happens in his life, but he only wants to be with Kes and fly away.