It seems as though the legendary – and, yes, I do mean legendary – Chilean filmmaker Alejandro Jodorowsky has a new film in the pipeline. It’s a “metaphysical spaghetti western of gangsters”, it’s called King Shot, it’s produced by David Lynch and, true to form, it already sounds buggier-than-batshit.
“I think that gangsters are the most metaphysical characters. Take a look at the presidents, they are all gangsters.”
Then later he says:
“The front elevation of the casino is an Egyptian church. For the Egyptians, the beetle was the symbol of the creator who transports the world in his ball of excrement. That is why I say that this is a film of the metaphysics of the gangsters.”
Alejandro Jodorowsky was the first and only famous person I ever interviewed. You can see why I’ve never bothered interviewing anyone else. What’s the point?
Jodorowsky isn’t the most prolific of directors: when it comes to output he makes Woody Allen seem like Stanley Kubrick. He has, after all, only directed seven films during his fifty – yes, fifty – year filmmaking career, and his last pic was back in 1990. For Jodorowsky fanatics like me, then, King Shot is something of a Big Deal.
Still, I’ve heard so many rumours over the years about Jodorowsky film projects that never actually materialised (coughcough ‘Sons of El Topo’ coughcough) that I’m reluctant to get too excited. If its alright with you, I’ll file King Shot in my Beleieve-it-when-I-see-it file until I actually, um, see it.
I used to say the same thing about Watchmen, of course.