REVIEW BY JEREMIAH
Likely a result of all the trippy films I've been watching lately, but I've been hearing a lot about Jodorowsky. Jodorowsky this, Jodorowsky that.
Fine, time to see what homeboy is about.
Santa Sangre was my choice of gateway drug, one - because I wasn't sure I wanted to be tossed head first into the deep end of this particular director's filmography. Two, this was described as a sort of horror film. So, expectations kept firmly in check, I jumped right in.
And holy shit, I couldn't wait to jump back out.
Santa Sangre is a visually interesting, often times bizarre carny film that hopes beyond all hope it'll hold your attention on those two aspects alone. The story isn't anything to write home about, most of it told better by a Tales from the Crypt episode. There's barely a pulse to be found, and it runs for over two hours. I can appreciate what was done with the handicap of a central character; it made for an interesting relationship dynamic (which is where the horror aspects of the film stem from). But man, overall a total snooze-fest.
What's funny is that about half way through, I realized that I had actually watched this film before. A long time ago, on Netflix. But I had succumbed to creeping boredom then just as I did now, and much of my memory of Santa Sangre had evaporated into the ether. Can't say I didn't give this one a try then.
Let's try El Topo next.