This has quickly become a busy week, so no time to update the Avenue. Luckily, there are still a couple of old reviews I never published and they sure come in handy in times like these. My review of El Topo, the famous cult film by Alejandro Jodorowsky, is definitely one of the shortest I’ve ever written. Rather than rehashing the story it’s an attempt to capture the film’s spirit. So here it is. In full.
There aren’t many movies that totally weird you out in almost every scene, but El Topo is definitely one of them. It is best to give up during the first scene and to let your eyes be the guide for the next two hours. It’s biblical, it’s mythological. It’s likely that everything means something, but I am not the right person to consult here. It’s a test for an open mind, a test to see at exactly which point your brain explodes. This is Jodorowsky’s movie as he did so much in it. Only he could guide you, but he doesn’t want to. So all you have to do is put the tape in your VCR, sit or lie down and absorb the next two hours. This is a tale of the ‘condition humaine’. This is us, in the middle of the desert. This is El Topo. Don’t expect any sense. If you read this till you got to this last sentence, El Topo might be something for you.