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Santa Sangre review

Alejandro Jodorowsky's cult classic still feels as batshit crazy as it did in 1989.

The plot is stuff of nightmares - a Mexican magician recalls his boyhood in the circus, which degenrates into an Oedipal story of amputee revenge.

The splatter is offset with a sustained psychological menace: elephant fumerals, Down's kids on coke, a chicken-killing Jesus and the most erotic knife-throwing sequences you will ever see.

Masterfully directed and relentlessly lurid, Santa Sangre somehow manages to make Jodorowsky's acid western El Topo look sane.

 

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