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I went to see Jodorowsky's ‘The Dance of Reality' on Thursday before it left the Uptown. While I was not as enthused as I was after watching 'El Topo' in the long ago, it's an interesting film, similar in a lot of ways to Fellini's 'Amarcord,' but far less cuddly, unless "cuddly" means being covered in black shoe polish and dancing with your nekkid, pulchritudinous mother, also an opera singer who sings all her lines, after listening to the whine of a dentist drill, with the same kid in the chair after refusing Novocaine (on his father's initiative, who also broke the tooth). There's a lot of relgion going around, Catholic,Judaism, and Buddha all come in for a rumble, along with Stalin, and a host of others. Jodorowsky is the among the last living surrealists, and you either think his films are crap or the best thing since sliced pearls.