October 2nd Movie #7, around 4:00 AM - Santa Sangre (1989 / directed by Alejandro Jodorowsky) - Hilariously campy but ridiculous and ultimately pointless art-religious horror film. Here's a thought: if he's going to be driven into the arms of a shemale due to his mother's emasculation... and it turns out his mother was dead the whole time we see him allegedly being made femme enough to go for a wrestler who is all-man except for a dress and a pair of fake-looking tits hung on for decoration... then, there's, like: no point. Except to stick on a Psalms poem quote at the end like it means something. Seriously, are we meant to believe his behavior throughout the performance-art section of the movie was inspired by his father's sole taunt of: "you're crying like a little girl"? Not nearly enough believable motivation. However... there is one amazing death scene worth sticking through the first hour for. And it is frequently funny, always outrageous, and pretty stylish. But I simply can't accept a movie this ridiculous as having any true meaning. Even as some kind of circus sideshow. It's a long damn movie.