Book Review: Where The Bird Sings Best

Tangents USA

I’ve never much cared for Alejandro Jodorowsky’s movies. Jodorowsky’s 1971 Acid Western, El Topo, works fairly well as a story, but I find the meaning behind its symbolism to be very obscure. Conversely, the themes of Jodorowsky’s 1973 gonzo epic, The Holy Mountain, are powerful, yet the film works poorly as a narrative. Every Jodorowsky film is a sensory onslaught filled with harsh music, brilliantly colorful sets and costumes, and copious amounts of sex, nudity, gore, and terrifying violence. They are not for the faint of heart. Finding spiritual truth within them can remain difficult when the images are so transgressive.

The man himself is a marvel. Jodorowsky grew up in Chile, studied and lived in Paris, wrote comics and novels, directed a handful of crazy movies, and generally reigned over esoteric counterculture for the last forty-five years. There is no one else like Alejandro Jodorowsky. There may…

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