El amor es un intercambio de silencios.
Alejandro Jodorowsky is a prophet. If you saw the recent documentary Jodorowsky’s Dune, you know he’s a bit of a madman as well. But for someone interested in psychomagic, esotericism, and penning comics, perhaps he’s quite sane. My first plunge into his world was Santa Sangre (1989) and its resplendent palette, mythic imagery, and horror tropes. Two of his earlier films, El Topo (1970) and The Holy Mountain (1973), are also sensory feasts, but Sangre remains my favorite.
Surreal cinema can be pedantic and pretentious but I find Jodorowsky’s visions liberating. He’s a Zen master at awakening inner truth and his philosophical gymnastics are always in service of this. Though his films are hardly narrative, his storytelling is maximalist, weaving autobiography, mythology, and history into one blistering trip. Seek out any of the three films above and don’t miss the documentary from last year on the greatest film never made.