Nicolas Horne’s review published on Letterboxd:
This film is beautiful, even in its most grotesque moments as it asks, always in excess, if god can truly love a culture of people so inherently in tune with the predatory-symbiotic rhythms of the military-industrial complex and commodification of spirituality ensuing it’s use as a tool of oppression. Does even engaging with a film as a commodity within these systems make us complicit in the machine, and is this just a nature forced upon us? Is it too late, and do the common people actually have any chance of individual resistance when born into a greater collective so entrenched in these ideals? Is participation in the machine, or against it, a necessary qualifier for human connection? Can we ever truly be passive in our actions? In the final moments, Jodorowski asks both himself and ourselves to free our minds from illusion, from commodified film itself, knowing this is an impossibility in today’s world — accepting his role as a critic of the machine, and also recognizing this role of supposed opposition as inherently implicit to its continuation.
The sets are magnificent, the cast is brilliant, the vibes are immaculate.