With Endless Poetry, his autobiographical flying circus of a film, Alejandro Jodorowsky incinerates any preconceptions of what an 88-year-old director's work might look like. Alive with catsuited extras, opera-singing mothers, crotch-grabbing punk divas, and confetti galore, this second chapter of a planned anthology has all the visual and thematic verve of a filmmaker in his prime. And maybe Jodorowsky is.
As he charts the path of aspiring poet Alejandro (played by Jodorowsky's son Adan), the Chilean spitfire revels in placing his hero-cum-proxy in virile scenes of self-awakening, including an immersion into a hedonistic artist colony and a deep kiss with a gay cousin that affirms Alejandro's heterosexuality. Freud and Fellini are two names that will come to mind for many who watch this bizarro, color-heavy spectacle--the same actress who portrays Alejandro's mother also embodies his eventual lover, and its clowns recall the work of the famed Italian auteur. Ultimately, Endless Poetry is a buffet for the senses and the psyche.