OK, OK, this isn’t actually a bad movie. It’s a really good move. I love this movie.

It tells the tale of Fenix, a lusty mental patient with a darkly stained childhood in the world’s worst circus, who is one day rescued by his armless mother, a fallen cult leader who worships the raped and mutilated Santa Sangre. The two hastily re-package themselves as a variety act; while Concha relates a highly paraphrased Book of Genesis, Fenix stands behind and provides the arms. Everything is ducky for the winsome couple until Concha develops a taste for blood and physical control of Fenix’s hands.

The sheer breadth of Fenix’s saga defies any description; every scene is described in excruciating detail, right down to the last cocaine-snorting retarded mental patient. Every scene of this gem is so relentlessly schmaltzy that you may find yourself physically exhausted by the very end.


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