Coming to you as if from a dream half-remembered, two oneiric fantasies by the great Chilean fabulist Raúl Ruiz. First, a great guide - with pages torn out - for beginners, this picture has... See full summary »
Inexplicable. Mesmerizing. Magical. Perhaps the most complicated thing I've had the pleasure of trying to piece together. How do you even begin to make something so infinite in scope? Kaleidoscopic and radiate. Stories beaming out in geometric patterns of fiction within the fiction of the story being told. Existing within variables, itself branching out and operating in limitless possibilities. All of it contained by a handful of characters' lives that work in concert with this fairytale that's not bound by traditional rules.
And despite its seemingly disorderly approach, all these branch paths are connected to the same tree-to the same journey-merging itself into a singular form. Cohesion exists, flickering through in fleeting glances. Slipping just out of reach before it could make itself completely known. The pleasure of the mystery, of the hunt, sustained. Oneiric yet tactile, with defined space and order. A universal binding agent. It's the dimensions of the world created that are troublesome, length, and width without a foreseeable end.
Dreams about the past that takes place in the future of the world's making. Fantasies and historical events within the story holding weight by how it interplays with any given reality it reveals new unforeseen knowledge to. It's deceptive but never malicious. Storylines mutated by any little revelation. In lies lie the truth.
I couldn't look away. Slack-jawed, sitting at the edge of my seat. Bewildered and at awe at what was unfolding before me. And to think, at the center of all this madness is a simple tale of love. I don't think I could ever properly describe this. Consider this the 1st of many failed attempts.