Since ancient times, a tribe on the African continent has been prophesying that a white boy will arrive to be their god: the Son of the Moon. A young orphan who lives in Europe learns about the prophecy and believes that he is the chosen child and that destiny must be fulfilled at any cost.
Hypnotic visual rhythms, an arresting score by Dead Can Dance, and hallucinatory mythological lore compose this infamous Spanish cult film. Prepare to be mesmerized by a singular tapestry marrying the dark imaginary with a globetrotting adventure. A remarkable, unprecedented cinematic anomaly.
Fairly audacious in concept, a white orphan boy must make a journey to Africa. Not everything makes sense. It's magical realism and he encounters a lot of good and evil along the way. It just goes to show you there's a place out there for you dreamers, even if in this case it happens to be an African tribe that's been waiting for you.
фильм из разряда "а был ли мальчик", и вообще-то можно пуститься в дебри критики всратого сценария во все тяжкие, но зачем это делать если можно просто расслабиться и получить удовольствие от чудесной визуалочки, неземной красоты музыки и царских женщин в касте — логика фантазии не товарищ, так давайте не будем мешать бананы с харчо
I loved so much about this movie, and was incredibly excited to see Jack Birkett (Borgia Ginz from Jubilee, several other Derek Jarman movies). The second half of the movie is some pretty over-the-top African exoticization, which was too much, even for a late 80's movie. Lisa Gerard is so weird, she's fascinating to watch.