Two very personal films from their directors, but too personal for me to have included them on my list.
I first saw
Alfredo Garcia (the name of one of my high school buddies
) at a repertory theatre in 1977 (it was already a cult item) - I hated it. Of course, I was in my "literal" phase - I took things mostly at face value, didn't look that hard at things metaphorically, etc. (Some of you will say I'm still in that phase!) Anyway, it just came across as a convoluted, meaningless, boring mess, and I'll admit that I still feel that way about much of it today, except it is meaningful, both to the Warren Oates character and to me. I might not be as rabid a fan boy as Holds, but I love me some Warren Oates. He's perfect for this role, and no wonder - he's doing a sly takeoff on Peckinpah himself! So you not only get Oates' strong performance, but it's almost as if it's Sam (via Warren) talking to himself (via the head). If you watch the film in this context, I think you'll get more out of it, but if you're an existentialist, you'll probably like it anyway. Oh, one more thing. The opening of the movie is beautiful and lyrical, coming across as an idealized setting for a western set over 100 years ago, but then all of a sudden we see a plane and modern cars and the illusion is broken. That's not a spoiler since Holds included a picture of a car.
I watched
The Holy Mountain twice when one of Sarah's friends loaned it to us. The first time it seemed so random, all over the place. The imagery was great, but Jodorowsky seemed so bonkers in his presentation. I also thought it was too serious for such a weird film. The second time I watched it I could see that there was a method, and meaning, to the madness. In fact the entire last part with the group going to the Holy Mountain was both profound and funny. It's still too bizarre for
me to give it a whole-hearted thumbs up recommendation, but it and
Garcia are worth a watch for adventurous filmwatchers, and isn't that just about everybody here?