A story about how memory is an act of creation, how creating is an act of redemption, how truth doesn't inhabit nude matter but inhabits the self-consciousness of one's deep desires.
Related quote: "In the 'Fleurs du mal', Baudelaire foresees the first step towards the revaluation of the temporal distance with past experiences. [...] But he doesn't care as much for that distance as he cares for the active work of revivification, of memory, of the effort that takes stirring the bunch of debris buried by time".
Also, pay attention to what clocks mean in this movie. Enjoy it. 4 years 3 months ago
This should be mandatory viewing. Terayama is a genius. 6 years 1 month ago
It's like Santa Sangre was filmed by Jeunet. If he was Japanese. In the 70s!
Great colours, fantastic and often surreal images. I wondered if Takashi Miike might have been influencedby the fetus scene, similar to the one in Imprint.4 years 5 months ago