"The unfilmable book" has been made into a film by one of cinema's only celluloid smiths capable of doing so - David Cronenberg.
But - readers of the book beware - this isn't the book, this is a film about writing the book, but it's not, but it is.
Taking parts from the book, and parts from the life of Burroughs, the film compiles a story of what is basically the writing process to an addict (I do apologise for what is probably a very reductive attempt at a description).
Shocking, daring, and definitely very technical, the story gives a feeling of eventual detachment from reality, and welcomes you into a world where the animatronic rubberized creatures from Cronenberg's mind seem to have more soul than the human characters.
This is a very odd movie with very odd subject matter, but ultimately, an excellent one. Buy it if you like weird thinky movies.