I will not go so far as to say that the avant-garde is dead, however rigor mortis has set in. Thankfully, experimental films are still being made, but the fringe movement has become a whisper. Maybe I am not searching hard enough or it's gone into hiding. Between the devolution of the world economy (not yet for you, China) and a culture inundated with reality shows (fuck you, Jersey Shore) and fiction-like news broadcasts (you depress me, Fox News), I'd want to go away too. It is times like these where Marijuana Movie Night quietly lights up a joint and retreats to the past, perhaps to escape for a little while.
In 1973, Alejandro Jodorowsk's The Holy Mountain played in a variety of international film festivals and showed in limited release in New York and San Francisco. Since that time, it has gone on to an infamous and cult status and is as much of a fixture for midnight movies as the Rocky Horror Picture Show or A Boy & His Dog. From start to finish, The Holy Mountain assaults its viewer with shocking visuals, hallucinatory imagery, religious and spiritual allegorical combination run amuck and an ending which turns the tables on the audience in a manner which would have made the Situationists proud. We were told the revolution would not be televised because in 1973 it was on the big screen. Leave Avatar off your queue and challenge yourself with this amazing picture. Faint of stomach and mind need not apply.