At home with Alejandro Jodorowsky

‘I’m the last crazy artist’

Thanks to the end of a bitter 30-year feud, the deranged, gruesome movies of Alejandro Jodorowsky are finally hitting the big screen. Xan Brooks meets the director of El Topo

Thursday April 5, 2007
The Guardian

Alejandro Jodorowsky, the one-time king of the midnight movie, can still be seen every night at the witching hour – but only on Spanish TV. This white-bearded 78-year-old has a new sideline presenting “… and finally” items on the nightly news. He scours the papers and websites for these heartwarming little snippets and then records them in a block; 30 every month. “The planet is ill, everyone knows that,” he says. “But I need to be optimistic, otherwise I would just be adding to the negativity. So every night I come on Madrid TV and read a piece of good news.”

These days Jodorowsky has a snippet of his own to report. The director recently ended his 30-year feud with Allen Klein, the hardball executive who once managed the Beatles. It was Klein who helped promote the US release of El Topo – America’s original “midnight movie” – and it was Klein who stumped up the funds for its extravagant follow-up, The Holy Mountain. And, when the two men fell out, it was Klein who yanked both films out of circulation. But now the world finally has the chance to judge them afresh.

I meet Jodorowsky at his Paris apartment, in a book-lined room patrolled by cats. “Are you afraid of cats?” he asks. “Some people are.” He explains that he lives alone but has a woman – a new woman – moving in with him soon and that he is having the place repainted in readiness. “Five cats and a woman. That is all I need in life.” His grin exposes a spectacular set of teeth. They can’t be real, but maybe they are. With Jodorowsky it’s sometimes hard to separate the fact from the fiction.

Jodorowsky’s life reads like the plot of a magic-realist novel. He was born in Chile, of Ukrainian-Jewish descent, but abandoned his family “because my father was a monster, and my mother was as well”. Alighting in Paris in the 1950s, he studied mime with Marcel Marceau and directed Maurice Chevalier in music hall. Relocating to Mexico, he founded an avant-garde theatre group and scandalised the Catholic priests, who believed he was holding black mass orgies in the cathedral. “In Mexico they want to kill me!” he exclaims. “A soldier held a gun to my chest!”

In 1970, he directed El Topo, a deranged peyote western that some have interpreted as a metaphor for the Old and New Testaments. It starred himself as a cold-blooded gunslinger in rabbinical black, and his son, Brontis, buck-naked apart from a Stetson. El Topo came to the attention of John Lennon who hailed it as a counter-culture masterpiece. Lennon introduced the film in New York, where it later played in special midnight screenings for almost a year. He also convinced Klein to stump up $1m for Jodorowsky’s next production. And that’s where the trouble began.

I watch El Topo and it stands up pretty well; a shotgun wedding of Sergio Leone and Federico Fellini: primal and pretentious in about equal measure. Then I watch The Holy Mountain and it’s as though the world has gone widescreen. It’s astonishing, outlandish; unlike anything made before or since. The plot concerns a thief who meets an alchemist (Jodorowsky again) and embarks on a quest for immortality. Yet the movie comes riddled with extraordinary setpieces. The most notable of these depicts the conquest of Mexico, re-enacted with chameleons dressed up as Aztecs and toads playing the Conquistadors. “Klein hated The Holy Mountain,” says Jodorowsky ruefully. “He think I am crazy.”

Matters reached a head when the director bailed out of Klein’s next project, The Story of O. “I did not want to make a sexual film, because I am a feminist. So Klein says, ‘OK, if you don’t want to make this picture I will take your other pictures and no one will ever see them again’. And that’s what he did. He took all the copies and he retired them.” For three decades, the films existed only as poor quality bootlegs, which Jodorowsky would collect and circulate among his nearest and dearest.

The front door bangs and a woman enters the room. “This is my ex-wife,” he explains breezily. “We are very good friends.” It turns out that the former Mrs Jodorowsky has dropped by with some magazine clippings. More good news for his TV broadcasts.

Two years ago, Jodorowsky learned that the El Topo negative had been discovered in a laboratory in Mexico. His first thought was to release it off his own back. Finally he decided to contact his old enemy and the pair agreed to meet in London. “For 30 years I hate Klein and he hate me,” he recalls. “I thought I should take a weapon in case he wants to kill me. Then the hotel door opened and there was this little old man with white hair, just like mine. He said, ‘You are not a monster. You are beautiful’. And the whole thing, all that hate, was finished in 10 seconds.” Jodorowsky later supervised the re-mastering of both El Topo and The Holy Mountain. Finally, he says, he has the films exactly as he wants them.

These days he has found a fresh lease of life writing comic books and studying the tarot. He says the tarot has helped him make peace with his past and become a better father. He now returns to Chile to give readings for the president, Michelle Bachelet. He even has the photo to prove it. “That’s her,” he says. “Admiring me.”

Jodorowsky calls himself “the world’s last crazy artist”. But in terms of film-making he is now a king without a kingdom. He shot his last picture, The Rainbow Thief, as a hack-for-hire back in 1990 and has since disowned it. He still dreams of making a gangster picture starring Nick Nolte and Marilyn Manson but he can’t quite raise the cash.

In the wake of The Holy Mountain he embarked on an abortive attempt to adapt Frank Herbert’s Dune (later made by David Lynch). When the backers pulled the plug, several members of Jodorowsky’s core creative team jumped ship to work on Ridley Scott’s Alien – reportedly taking many of the film’s ideas with them. More recently his comic-book editor launched an unsuccessful lawsuit against Luc Besson. It was alleged that The Fifth Element was heavily indebted to Jodorowsky’s comic-book series, The Incal.

Jodorowsky insists he is happy, not embittered, when others do use his ideas. “They like me and they copy me,” he says. “That is very flattering.”

Out of the blue he tells a tale from the past, from his bad old days in Mexico City. He explains that the winner of a cockfight is judged to be the last bird standing – the one that does not put its beak to the ground. But some cocks are so ferocious they literally die on their feet, with their beaks inclined towards the sky. Meanwhile, the other bird survives a little longer, staggering drunkenly for a spell before expiring in the dirt. According to the rules, this bird “loses” and the other bird “wins”. Belatedly I realise Jodorowsky is talking about himself. “I want to live to be 120,” he says. “But of course I am getting old. And yet even if I die, the ideas live on. And that way I continue.” He points his head to the ceiling and bares that terrific set of teeth. In that brief moment they look as real as real can be.

· El Topo is out on Friday, and a retrospective is at the NFT, London, April 5-19. The Jodorowsky DVD collection is released on May 14

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About Jay Babcock

I am an independent writer and editor based in Tucson, Arizona. In 2022: I publish a weeklyish email newsletter called LANDLINE = Previously: I co-founded and edited Arthur Magazine (2002-2008, 2012-13) and curated the three Arthur music festival events (Arthurfest, ArthurBall, and Arthur Nights) (2005-6). Prior to that I was a district office staffer for Congressman Henry A. Waxman, a DJ at Silver Lake pirate radio station KBLT, a copy editor at Larry Flynt Publications, an editor at Mean magazine, and a freelance journalist contributing work to LAWeekly, Mojo, Los Angeles Times, Washington Post, Vibe, Rap Pages, Grand Royal and many other print and online outlets. An extended piece I wrote on Fela Kuti was selected for the Da Capo Best Music Writing 2000 anthology. In 2006, I was somehow listed in the Music section of Los Angeles Magazine's annual "Power" issue. In 2007-8, I produced a blog called "Nature Trumps," about the L.A. River. From 2010 to 2021, I lived in rural wilderness in Joshua Tree, Ca., where I practiced with Buddhist teacher Ruth Denison and was involved in various pro-ecology and social justice activist activities.

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