If you are at all familiar with the movies of madman director Alejandro Jodorowsky — like the ’70s cult hits “El Topo” or “The Holy Mountain,” or his aborted effort to adapt Frank Herbert’s “Dune” — then you have an inkling of the divine weirdness that fills his autobiographical drama “Endless Poetry.”
If you’re new to Jodorowsky’s work, I have two words for you: Buckle up.
“Endless Poetry” shows Jodorowsky applying his surreal visions to this story of his younger self’s sexual and creative awakening. His symbolism is sometimes comically over the top (e.g., the guy on stilts in the Gestapo uniform) and rife with full frontal nudity and stylized sexuality.