The Holy Mountain
Labels: film
There is nothing much like Alejandro Jodorowsky's works. The Holy Mountain basically is the sum of Jodorowsky's crazy thought process, his drug usage, the love for LSD usage back in his time, and his probable obsession with sex. I had gotten a copy over the weekend, and believe me, its not the kind of film you would want to be caught watching by your more conservative friends and family members.
The content is ultimately warped, with heavy religious connotations backed with alot of raunchy, animalistic and gory sub-plots. But more importantly, it is Jodorowsky's love for the most nonsensical of subjects placed in the most nonsensical of situations that ultimately made it so entertaining. I'm pretty sure I exhausted all the facial expressions I ever know throughout the entire movie. Most of them in a '?!' kind-of-way.
Another intriguing point is how Jodorowsky spent 15 year reconstructing the original form of the Tarot de Marseille, the original tarot card designs, to totally recreate an extension of our reality; combining ancient mystics, modern psychological analysis and just plain weed-crack action into many of his films. It is a psychedelic trip, no less.
If exploding frogs and face-eaten mock Jesuses aren't things you can stomach, I'd recommend you to give this a miss. But if you don't mind, it will sure give one whack of a good time.