Not Cronenberg’s best film, but his most epic. And, possibly, one of the best movies about writing ever made. My chief complaint is that one really needs to have some prior knowledge about William S. Burroughs to “get” the film. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. It’s tough to say. Peter Weller’s performance, though, especially opposite his typewriter, is flat-out hysterical. Gets better each time I see it. (Wish Fox Movie Channel didn’t show the pan-and-scan.)