“My mommy is dead.”

A bone chilling contrast to the chaos and climactic nature of Santa Sangre.
This line oddly stuck out to me because of its naked delivery. Amidst total distress, a resonant voice comes to light, and for a second the entire tone of the ending shifted. The language and specific use of ‘Mommy’ is a window into the broken child that Fenix remains to be. There is childlike nature in his sorrow.
For the majority of the film, Fenix is fixed in a dutiful position, where he plays a miserable son for his malicious mother. Yet, the innocence of his character is hard to see when he is committing unspeakable crimes. This particular quote is the exact moment which dissociates the evil from the boy.
As the film progresses, he becomes more humanized;

“My mommy is dead.”

A bone chilling contrast to the chaos and climactic nature of Santa Sangre.
This line oddly stuck out to me because of its naked delivery. Amidst total distress, a resonant voice comes to light, and for a second the entire tone of the ending shifted. The language and specific use of ‘Mommy’ is a window into the broken child that Fenix remains to be. There is childlike nature in his sorrow.
For the majority of the film, Fenix is fixed in a dutiful position, where he plays a miserable son for his malicious mother. Yet, the innocence of his character is hard to see when he is committing unspeakable crimes. This particular quote is the exact moment which dissociates the evil from the boy.
As the film progresses, he becomes more humanized;

**So this is what happens to mama’s boys?
**
Santa Sangre didn’t failed in showing the trauma of the past that bleeds into the present. However, at the middle of the film it feels so repetitive and somehow stagnant because of Fenix’s action. Still understandable for Jodorowsky delivering the influence loop of brutality. The final part of it is one that I am astound, the sense of liberation and the ability to let go of those past, because we have to—rather than continue to suffer under it. And in doing so, we lift up our soul trully.

**So this is what happens to mama’s boys?
**
Santa Sangre didn’t failed in showing the trauma of the past that bleeds into the present. However, at the middle of the film it feels so repetitive and somehow stagnant because of Fenix’s action. Still understandable for Jodorowsky delivering the influence loop of brutality. The final part of it is one that I am astound, the sense of liberation and the ability to let go of those past, because we have to—rather than continue to suffer under it. And in doing so, we lift up our soul trully.

i stretch out my hands to thee
my soul thirst for thee like a parched land… 
teach me the way i should go for to thee i lift up my soul.

i stretch out my hands to thee
my soul thirst for thee like a parched land… 
teach me the way i should go for to thee i lift up my soul.

Il est complètement fou Jodorovsky et j'adore ça !!

Plus sérieusement le récit est autant fou que les visuels et les plans

Il se donne une liberté totale et ne se restreint pas dans sa folie, ça se voit et ça marche extrêmement bien. 

Par contre j'ai vu ça parlait de cirque mais je me suis pas dit que les 40 premières minutes allaient être autant trash et triste.

Il est complètement fou Jodorovsky et j'adore ça !!

Plus sérieusement le récit est autant fou que les visuels et les plans

Il se donne une liberté totale et ne se restreint pas dans sa folie, ça se voit et ça marche extrêmement bien. 

Par contre j'ai vu ça parlait de cirque mais je me suis pas dit que les 40 premières minutes allaient être autant trash et triste.

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