Exterminate all rational thought.
There's a $500 fine for swallowing the toe, which Lee said is meant as a "deterrent." On Saturday, an unidentified man entered the bar and approached Lee's station with a shot of whisky.
"This guy popped it in his mouth... takes $500 out of his pocket and slams it on the table and starts walking away."
Now that their toe has been swallowed, Lee and his fellow captains are on the hunt for a new one. Most in the past have been donated through someone's will, he said. One was also given to the bar after it was cut off by a lawn mower.
Max Renn is especially good at finding the real in the so-called "virtual" because he is equally good at seeing virtuality in the "real." From the beginning, he understands that much of everyday life is a massive media event devoid of meaning. The old flesh is tired, used up, and toxic. The world is filled with a suffering assuaged only by glowing television screens. As the film progresses, the real and unreal blur, making each seem hyperbolic: hallucinations become tangible, while the tangible drips with a surrealism that's gritty, jumpy, dirty, erotic, and violent. As such, Cronenberg's universe is always a little sticky: an unease which begs the nightmares to come true, so that we at least know what's real.
I imprinted so hard on this movie. You probably knew that.