This 1989 feature by Alejandro Jodorowsky is just as silly and pretentious as El Topo
(197) and The Holy Mountain
(1973), but it's similarly watchable and fun in a campy, sub-Fellini sort of way—if only because of its dogged devotion to surrealist excess. (The Mel Brooks of vulgar surrealism, Jodorowsky felt that if you throw 30 outrageous ideas at an audience, 2 or 3 are bound to make an impression.) It's a sadomasochistic circus story about a crazed former magician whose father ran a circus and whose mother lost her arms; many years later, the mother compels her son to become her lost hands and murder lots of women.
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