by Sam Juliano
Few directors in the cinema have split art house audiences and film critics as severely as Chilean-born Alejandro Jodorowky. While his admirers have issued rapturous praise, even going as far as to declare him as the heir apparent of Luis Bunuel and the master of surrealist cinema, his detractors have condemned him as a drug-abusing pretentious hack whose work emanated from his own psychedelic drug experiences. Jodorowsky’s career began in the 50’s with stints as a puppeteer, circus performer, a mime, a playright, novelist, comic book author and finally as a film director. His famous early films, El Topo and The Holy Mountain were frustrating works, but they still displayed complex and inspired visuals and were impossible to dismiss. The heavily surrealist Fando and Lis again was a challenging work, but was partially ponderous.
In the early 80’s the director studied a new kind of therapy known as “psycho-magic,” which combines Jungian psychoanalysis with varying degrees of mysticism and superstition that talk to the subjects’s unconscious. This in turn is contingent upon the belief in a “family unconscious” with prior familial relationships -going back a number of generations – controlling crrent relationships. Jodorowsky stated: “If I want to understand myself I have to understand my family tree, because I am permanently possessed, as in voodoo. Even when we cut ties with our family, we carry it. In our unconscious, the persons are always alive. The dead live with us. Exploring the family tree means engaging in a fierce battle with the ‘monster’ like a nightmare.” These new revelations would form the basis of what must now be considered as his masterpiece, Santa Sangre (1989), a work he is reputed to have directed almost for nothing in return for full creative control.
As it turns out Santa Sangre has more narrative coherence than any of his prior films, but it’s no less bizarre, and quite a bit more revolting. The context combines elements of Freud, Jung, Fellini and Bunuel, but the combination of elements from each one create a work that is unmistakably the mark of Jodorowsky. The film has been called blasphemous by religious figures. The film is seen through the eyes of a boy Felix, who is played by Jodorowsky’s son Adan. The boy is raised in the “Circo del Gringo” located in Mexico City, and run by his American father, Orgo. Meanwhile, his mother Concha is a leader in a church, “Santa Sangre” whose martyr is a young girl who was raped and bled to death after her arms were cut off. The church is condemned by a cardinal and is soon leveled by a developer’s bulldozer. Orgo engages in a knife-throwing act with the Tattooed Woman, a circus regular who has adopted a deaf-mute girl, who becomes a friend with Felix. The macho Orgo then tries to indoctrinate Felix into manhood by having a large tatoo of an eagle engraved on his chest. But Concha soon discovers Orgo and the Tatoo Woman having intercourse and she pours acid on his genitals, instigating even bloodier retaliation from orgo, who then cuts off her arms before killing himself. The film then jumps to years ahead where Felix is seen living like an animal in an asylum who is also experiencing dreams and hallucinations. But after he seens the Tatooed Woman he escapes to re-unite with his armless mother. The Tatooed Woman is then killed by an anonymous assassin, free the deaf-mute girl from her physical abuse. Felix then becomes his mother’s arms, but the mother is soon when the son re-introduces his father’s old knife-throwing act, and guides her son to commit murder. Then the plot becomes even weirder.
While El Topo and The Holy Mountain are largely mythical films, Santa Sangre can be placed in the category of horror, following Joseph Stefano’s Psycho script even to the point of lifting the psychosexual elements. Robert Weine’s The Hands of Orloc (1924) and James Whale’s The Invisible Man (1933), not to mention Todd Browning’s Freaks (1932) are obvious influences, but thematically and stylistically the film is linked to Fellini and Bunuel, the former for the carnival lifestyle, and the latter for the surrealism. The film seems almost shot from a hallucinatory lens, and the imagery is as startling and as beautiful as anything Jodorowsky has ever done. There’s a pervasive element of carnality running through the film, and the religious symbolism, though sometimes a bit over the top and obvious, is to be found everywhere. Slums, sideshows are darkened rooms are turned into and eerily beautiful otherwordly place, a place for all human excesses and most heinous acts are on display. An dying elephant is then aparaded around, and is given an elaborate funeral in one of the film’s strangest and most riveting sequences. But there s also no sense of reverence for any age group or institution, as in the sequence involving Downs syndrome children being given cocaine and then taken to a fat prostitute. And there’s the scene where a man tears off his own ear and then tries to force it into the mouth of a deaf-mute. Daniele Nanuzzi’s color cinematography is garish and saturated, with instances of disjointed focus, a visual quality of surrealism, those a circus is the perfect setting for such visual suggestiveness. Tolita Figueroa’s lavish costumes and Alejandro Luna’s rococo sets are all part of Jodorowsky’s visually convoluted but oddly metaphorical tapestry. Simon Boswell’s atmospheric music maintains the Mexican local color, but it’s also ironic. The film’s performances seem amaterish, exagerated and overly theatrical, but this only enhances the negotiation of the perverse quality that permeates the film.
Bold, audacious and stretching the boundaries of good taste, Jodorowsky’s Santa Sangre is an Oedipal nightmare, a Fellini pantomine, a psycho-thriller, a farce, and a satite (mainly taking aim at religion) all rolled into one. It’s a hugely disorienting experience that will revulse many, but for others it stands as a brilliant psychological study of human depravity that one seen is seared in the memory.
After reading this review, I am inclined to say that David Lynch is a walk in the park. What happens here seems more Argento than it does Bunuel though. I once tried making my way through “El Topo” but found it a turgid go.
Ha Joe! ‘Lynch a walk in the park?!’ Well, i wouldn’t quite take it that far, but SANTE SANGRE is definitely off the beacon track!
This is one of the sickest movies I’ve ever seen. But I’m intrigued that someone on-line has deemed it worth reviewing. And a fine review it is too.
Thanks for visiting the site Wayne! You are not being unreasonable at all with that qualification. But it’s still a fascinating head trip, which jogs the emotions too.
Sam, this is a fascinating review, but I’ve never even heard of this film, must less seen it. I know of Jodorowsky, but always thought of him as a “cult” director. But this film would fall into this category anyway. A blend of Freud, Jung, fellini, Bunuel and Browning? Heady stuff.
Yes Frank, you are quite right. I’ll have to make a copy for you. Thanks.
The most famous scene in this film (mentioned in your review) is the one where the circus performers attend the elephant funeral, and in one of the most unforgettable moments in the film the mourners lift the huge casket and dump it down a cliff into the ravine where hundreds of starving villagers cut of the carcass to eat this obviously symbolizes death giving way to life. I once read that it has inspired Marylin Manson’s music video “Man That You Fear. Santa Sangre is often brilliant, and is always thought-provoking.
Bill, that is certainly the showcase sequence in this film. I didn’t know that is inspired Marilyn Manson though! Wow! Again thanks for the high-octane reponse.
While I myself have not yet seen this film, Schmulee’s essay here is so convincing it inspires me to seek it out. As always, my friend, your writing is terrific.
Thanks very much Dennis. We’ll have to give you a screening!
It’s funny Sam. Most of your choices for this series are along the lines of ’emotional’ human documents, which you have long has a taste for. But then we have this film and that one by Greenaway you posted last week. Would you say in a roundabout way that there is still an emotional connection? Very well written piece!