Well, if you want to see Jodorowsky patting himself on the back for two hours whilst pretending he has something that resembles a worldview, this might be your treat. By the end of the film, he simply states he must go to Spain to "save surrealism". He would do better trying to save himself from his mediocrity.
THE DANCE OF REALITY and ENDLESS POETRY are both supernal work of spiritual excavation. ENDLESS POETRY goes even further in sublime world-modelling and is perhaps as such even more luminous and intoxicating. These are works of tremendous tenderness. At times I almost melt. It is helpful to step back and simply imagine being able to achieve this kind of clarity in the autumn of ones years. Cinema forged in ecstasy.
Jodorowsky by Jodorowsky. The second chapter that reflects his life, this time focusing on that moment when one starts to understand who he or she really is (or tries to become), is a beautiful and emotional love letter to everything that has made him. There is no past, there is no future, everything is and its stunningly crafted as in the superb final sequence that goes straight to the time capsule.
If The Dance of Reality marked the return of a visionary filmmaker, Endless Poetry ups the ante. More sensual than the first cinematic chapter, Jodorowsky continues to amaze by poetical transmutation of an ingenious oral history into moving pictures. Several degrees tamer than El Topo, Endless Poetry is nevertheless Jodorowsky in his indisputably fascinating, magical, mythical, and most accessible form.
it's quite difficult to find the right words to describe this movie. it's easier to be simply felt than to be explained or discussed. Feeling of being taken back into a childhood-like state where every form became just a fragile subject to our imagination and interpretation. Where there were no rules of what the world around us is supposed to look like. One of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen.
A film which ended up being completely underwhelming, despite my already low expectations. Too few scenes of pure inspiration, too little of the magic captured in The Dance of Reality. Some of the scenes played out as though they were directed by Santiago's Tourism Minister, not Alejandro Jodorowsky.