Alejandro Jodorowsky's cult classic still feels as baꦐtshit crazy a✅s it did in 1989.

The plot is stuff of nightmares - a Mexican magician recalls his boyhood in the circus, which de𝓡genrates 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 er🎐otic 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.