It's a movie that should really be watched in a basement through a cloud of weed smoke, in the company of hippies who, in the immortal words of Alexei Sayle, are in the habit of weaving their own hemp-substitute bags out of dried snot.

An adorable, preposterous mutant film from the heyday of international do-your-own-thing moviemania.

For all its invocations of theater of cruelty, Fando and Lis hardly ever scares up anything stronger than unpleasant whimsey.

It's Jodorowsky, so the imagery is fierce and evocative, but the first time through it can be a bit of a test of patience.