Insufferable. The Gnosticism is contaminated by toxic masculinity. As a fan of Herzog and an occasional admirer of Haneke I have often steeled myself against animal abuse in the name of art, however repellent I find the practice to be. However, not in the name of smug nihilism. Nor the abuse of humans: "I said, 'Now it's my turn. Roll the cameras.' And I really...I really...I really raped her. And she screamed.'"
A weird animal of a film. I mean weird as hell and really disturbing. Even the opening sequence can't prepare you for what's to come. Seriously, Jodorowsky's take on the western genre is uniquely fascinating and as insane as you'd expect from him. It's kind of a thematic meditation on life, violence, ambition and each one's real purpose in the world. I think. I think... Not sure about those dead rabbits though.
It develops like a dream. I came here looking for a different type of surrealism, but I wasn't displeased. Its beautiful cinematography and bursting symbolism overcome the ludicrous plot, which is slightly off-putting. The second half seems to drag itself a bit, compensating with its crudeness and critique.
Vi esta película hace como 20 años. Revisitarla fue una experiencia decepcionante. Los primeros 15 o 20 minutos donde conocemos al Topo y lo vemos hacer justicia funcionan como un digno homenaje al estilo de Sergio Leone con su buena dosis de surrealismo. Pero a partir de la búsqueda de los 4 maestros, la película se torna cursi, ingenua y aburrida. El montaje es brusco y torpe en varias ocasiones.
Not so much of a story but a theosophical exploration. We follow Jadrorowski's jourmey onto choosing his personal belief. Starting as a lone ranger clothed in black to a martyr who've beatified himself to sainthood. He seems to say the best faith is the most merciful. One that saves "The Moles"--outcasts hiding in caves because the "garden folk" feel threatened by differences. Who's more blind and in the dark?