Just a quick post to mention two films I started last night:
The Holy Mountain, written and directed by Alexandro Jodorowski. In two words: Peyote Fellini.
I watched the first half-hour of it last night. I saw it about a decade ago, and somehow my callower self didn't grasp just how Mexican it is; the first twenty minutes, excluding an odd haircut, is a spoof of modern Mexico; as a young'un I just thought it was ungrounded surrealism. I missed the social commentary completely.
The first 15 minutes of The Sacrifice by Tarkovsky. A gentle philosophical discussion, in one long shot (once you get past the credits). Much as I dig Holy Mountain's non-stop groovy eye candy, I think I'm gonna like this one a little better. Long, slow, boring talkathons seem to zing my string lately. Fools give you reasons; wise men never try.