The Film Canon: El Topo (1970)

Screen Shot 2014-08-24 at 4.04.12 PMRoger Ebert once wrote: “If you have to ask what something symbolizes, it doesn’t.” Such a latitude seemingly stymies attempts to interpret the works of Alejandro Jodorowsky, that great Chilean-born artistic polymath who has amassed one of the most distinctive, original, and frightening bodies of work since William Blake and Pablo Picasso. One of the crown jewels of his life’s work is the ostensibly incomprehensible El Topo, a Western about a black-clad gunslinger who undergoes a doomed quest for Enlightenment. “El Topo” is the Spanish word for “mole.” And in the film’s opening moments a narrator explains: “The mole digs tunnels under the earth, looking for the sun. Sometimes, he gets to the surface. When he sees the sun, he is blinded.”

Screen Shot 2014-08-24 at 5.06.52 PMAny zoologist will tell you that that is simply untrue. But the veracity of the film’s claim is irrelevant. It is a symbol. Or is it? Here we see that Ebert’s law of symbolism does not inhibit the interpreting of the film, but instead provides its very key. If a cigar is sometimes just a cigar, an image is sometimes just an image; it exists solely for its own sake. And by that logic, a symbol need not symbolize anything except for itself. El Topo is a film of limitless mysteries, enigmas, and questions. The answers, if they exist, are immaterial. Armed with this knowledge, El Topo can be approached as the genius piece of filmmaking that it is: arrestingly beautiful, grotesquely violent, starkly atmospheric, and unapologetically, undeniably itself.

Screen Shot 2014-08-24 at 4.43.07 PMThe film plays like a psychedelic vision quest courtesy of Sergio Leone and Ruggero Deodato. It opens with the eponymous El Topo (played by Jodorowsky) riding in the desert with his naked son. Having turned seven years old, he must prove himself a man by burying his favorite toy and a picture of his mother. Afterwards they come across the remnants of a town visited by a slaughter of biblical proportions: bodies and disemboweled animals litter the streets, literal rivers of maroon blood soak in the oppressive heat, and a chorus of unseen birds squawk into oblivion. After castrating and killing the colonel responsible for the massacre, El Topo abandons his son with a group of monks and rides into the desert with a young woman he names Mara.

Screen Shot 2014-08-24 at 4.40.27 PMTo prove his love for Mara, he sets out on a journey to find and kill four legendary gun masters in the desert. The first is a blind ascetic, half Christ figure and half Indian yogi. He is killed through treachery and his grave becomes choked with honeycombs. The second is a wandering gypsy fortune-teller living next to a stream with his mother and pet lion. He is killed through misdirection and is buried with his mother beneath a pyramid of tiny, geometrical sticks. The third is a Latino rancher whose animals begin to die at El Topo’s approach. He is killed through luck and his cairn of dead rabbits bursts into flames. And the fourth is a half-mad, half-naked hermit who catches bullets in a butterfly net. He kills himself to teach El Topo a final lesson.

Screen Shot 2014-08-24 at 4.45.19 PMBy the time the second half of the film begins, where El Topo is resurrected from death after 20 years and joins forces with his now grown son to free a tribe of incestuous dwarfs from their mountain prison by digging them a tunnel to freedom, the audience has come to accept that the plot of El Topo is of only secondary importance. Here is a film that communes with forces both sacred and blasphemous, both esoteric and exoteric. But above all, it is a film of symbols and images. A bandit uses high-heeled shoes as target practice. A lamb hangs crucified from a stone tower. Water erupts from stones in the desert, eggs from beneath the sand, and still the mole digs and digs and digs and dies.

Nathanael Hood is a 27 year old film critic currently based out of South Florida with a passion for all things cinematic. He graduated from New York University - Tisch with a degree in Film Studies. He is currently a writer for the Turkish Journal of American Studies, TopTenz.net, and his personal film blog http://forgottenclassicsofyesteryear.blogspot.com/. You can contact him via email at nathanael@theyoungfolks.com. Follow him on Twitter: @natehood257 and Tumblr: filmsfoodandfandom.tumblr.com
  • I’ve got to admit, I’m not a fan of this film. I actually find it rather tedious, a meandering procession of nonsense that grows utterly wearying fairly quickly.

    Now, “The Holy Mountain” – there’s a film I can get behind.

    • Nathanael Hood

      No kidding? Because you could say the exact same thing about THE HOLY MOUNTAIN. ;)

      • I don’t find “The Holy Mountain” nearly as rambling or impenetrable. It’s far more narratively concise and about ten times more visually compelling, with ideas that actually come across coherently.

        • Nathanael Hood

          In my opinion, Jodorowsky never got more clear than with his film SANTA SANGRE. Ever see that one?