The late, great Dennis Hopper performs select passages from William S. Burroughs' seminal novel, where the physical world is melded with mind-blowingly surrealistic reveries and instances of slyly dark humor. Watching this made me squeal like a terminal junkie, like watching a million faggoty-ass boys jack off all at once in public toilets of the world, their orgasms bursting across the night sky like fireworks. Understand? Of course you don't. You squares never fucking will.