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The Holy Mountain, 1973


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The Holy Mountain

A Mexican master leads a Christ figure and other disciples to a mountain of immortal wise men. The scandal of the 1973 Cannes Film Festival, writer/director Alejandro Jodorowsky's flood of sacrilegious imagery and existential symbolism in The Holy Mountain is a spiritual quest for enlightenment pitting illusion against truth. The Alchemist (Jodorowsky) assembles together a group of people from all walks of life to represent the planets in the solar system. The occult adept's intention is to put his recruits through strange mystical rites and divest them of their worldly baggage before embarking on a trip to Lotus Island. There they ascend the Holy Mountain to displace the immortal gods who secretly rule the universe.
19731 h 54 min

“Your sacrifice completes my sanctuary of one thousand testicles.”

Alejandro Jodorowsky (El Topo, 1970) is revered as a mystifying director by his contemporaries and genre specialists alike for his puzzling, symmetrically shot, yet questionable films. The critics are a different story. His films follow the avant-garde method of narrating an intentionally disjointed plot, presented to the audience with grand imagery, dripping with concentrated surrealism.

Mountain has some of the best visuals I’ve ever watched on screen. The grand set-pieces, the superior set design and the terrific and sublime visuals/imagery that is downright bad or inexplicably breathtaking. The polarity kept me going for some 109 minutes. No, I didn’t stop, the rest 7-8 minutes was the credit roll. I braved this one.

Jodorowsky has a lot to say about a lot of stuff, Lot (the Biblical gent) included. The Hebrew meaning for the word Lut is, ‘to wrap closely or to envelop‘. It also means excess, and Lut is an architect (Pluto being his association) with a solution to the problem of population growth versus real estate. He convinces the authority of his coffin like accommodation, where the workers will only sleep at the workplace to conserve energy, et al. FEMA?

Mountain begins with an asymmetrical shot that resembles a Rorschach, with the titles designed the way Sanskrit is written. It also reveals the influences of the Mahabharata on the director as we hear the Ganesh Puja being played in the back. The influences do not stop here. Later in the film we can see inspiration from the parables of the Koran, specially the story of Abraham and his son Ishmael.

From scenes that desecrate the Church in the most debasing ways possible to psychedelic inter-cuts of the acid-kaleidoscope variety, Mountain is on a crusade to anger the viewer and to immediately project a hyper image on screen; like the painting of Madonna and Child, acted out by real people in the most embarrassing and absurd, cringe inducing ways.

Spot Waldo-Jesus, if you can

Jodorowsky’s commentary is relentless. He has a view on everything; from frogs being blown by cherry bombs to castrations, The awful, oh so awful Socialist Germany, tourists, Mickey Mouse, organised religion, The Church, fascism, the inversed third person benefits’ of Nihilism (what?), the Unblinking Eye, LOTR, deconstructing Jesus (bad taste), genocide, Christ’s love interest, his loathing for numerous fibre-glass Christ(s), procreation as Venus rises, post-modern art, commercialism, shit, gas chambers, gas schools, gas apartment complexes, gas universities, arms trade, the impotence of Uranus (Urin-enus; not that this sounds any better), brainwashing by comic books, pythons wearing hand-knit sweaters, George Orwell, Buddha, Sartre, selflessness, free-willy enlightenment, Maslow‘s Self Actualization through a per-rectum, Dolph Lundgren, ancient Chinese martial art films, ‘mistakes of Christ’? Timothy Leary, fake messiahs, tarantulas on buck naked woman, man-boobs breast feeding and on breaking the fourth wall, ad nauseam.

In films like these it is better not to delve into the directorial achievements or the performances for it serves no purpose. Even a long focus on a log can induce meaning upon empty meaning.

Plus, why do the artists feel the need to use the Church in such ghastly and extreme ways to further their agenda? If anything, it is in bad taste. One cannot just go around pissing on everything sacred in the name of art. It is simply slapping decency and an extremely popular and personal belief, in the face. And if you cannot resist yourself at least put some back and some substance, a hard-hitting message and Willem Dafoe, Scorsese, Mel Gibson in to it. Something, anything except the dirtiest and greediest man alive to play Jesus.

I hated it more than I loved it; but that’s just me, a Rambo fan, wandering off territory.

Yes, Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom is still up there as one of the top ten favourite films (inverted in this case) – although made two years after this atrocity/masterpiece, Salo says so little, shows even less (compared to other avant-garde projects made around that time) and makes the viewer lose himself in the infinite, crude, unflinching and unapologetic and infinite direction of Pasolini, whose Salo is one of the most barked at films ever, for reasons that cannot be deciphered by man, except Pasolini or The Marquis himself.

The Holy Mountain is completely stoned immaculate and it is the influences that make it cross borders in to filth and prettiness and conflict resulting in a conflict of the allure and with the Space Oddity vibe sending a surge of electricity up the spine every time, Jesus is shown in most unbecoming  ways ever.


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