Que Viva Mexico!
Santa Sangre
In 1930, Soviet director Sergei Eisenstein signed a contract with the novelist Upton Sinclair and various other investors (including the Gillette Razor Company) to shoot a film in Mexico. By the end of 1931, with some 50 hours of film shot, Sinclair became restive at the apparently unending flow of footage and suspended the project. Eisenstein left for the Soviet Union, expecting the rushes to be sent to him for completion. They never arrived, however, and the project languished for more than forty years until Grigori Aleksandrov, Eisenstein's former editor, obtained the material and constructed the most well-known of the many versions that imagine what Eisenstein might have done. The result is a glorious and compelling vision of a mystical Mexico, ravishingly photographed by Eduard Tisse. Told in five segments, with the ultimate ambition of creating "a poem of love, death, and immortality," Eisenstein explores different aspects of indigenous life, as well as the plight of the Indians after the Spanish conquest and Catholic indoctrination.
Like some Fellini-esque nightmare, this heady mix of circus freaks and weird religious and hallucinatory images (an armless virgin saint, writhing snakes, zombie brides) is rife with disturbing psychological undercurrents. Traumatized at an early age by a violent argument between his knife-throwing father and trapeze-artist mother, former child magician Fenix, now twenty, escapes from an asylum into the outside world. Reunited with his jealous mother, Fenix becomes her "arms" in a bizarre pantomime act, a role which dangerously spills over into real life.