I can’t remember exactly what first caused me to trip over Jodorowsky’s Holy Mountain, but I’m so glad that it happened later in life. If I had attempted this movie in my younger days, I would have written it off as “weird” or “nonsensical”. But, fortunately, I was able to see it for what it really is. That elusive book that you can read over and over, and find new parts you swear you never read before. That song you know so well you can sing a missing harmony part along with the radio. That movie you can show people to see if it only “freaks them out”, and then silently judge them. Truly more of a gift than a movie, to me.