Jodorowksy’s “Fando y Lis.” Again. I adore the bombed-out cityscape through which Fando y Lis travel in the first part of the film—the pianist playing stoically in the rubble, all of it resembling a nuked Fellini set—but, I have to say, my attention wanes once they get into the sparse nothingness of the mountains, populated by caricatures. Whenever I watch “Fando,” I think about the riot that broke out at the film’s Mexican film festival debut. It hardly seems so incendiary. It’s a little sad to me that we live in an age in which entertainment is no longer so provocative. Where are the cineplex riots we were promised?
Hay personas que con una palabra de cuatro letras entienden un significado, hay otras pocas que entienden cuatro significados y, el poco que queda, ama a Jodorowsky
Early film from Alejandro Jodorowsky is an uneven low-budget surrealist piece. It has several strong moments of powerful imagery, but not quite enough to keep it consistently compelling as a feature film. An interesting early work, but Jodorowsky would fare much better with his later masterpieces.