An obtuse enigmatic sadist who enjoyed torturing his students and other psycho-analytic theorists by writing in an intentionally obscure style. He made Derrida look like Mr. Clear and Concise. His only saving grace is that his ideas are so sparse and insignificant compared to Jung, that most likely he will be forgotten in the grander scheme of history.
Lacan's symbolic ideas are pure imaginary, and thus have nothing to do with the real.
If I have to read Lacan again, I will blow a hole in my brain; then again, reading Lacan is virtually blowing a hole in one's brain. Is this repetition with a difference?