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My Dinner with Jodorowsky

by Gabriel Silva de Anda on 2019-03-08

It’s 1976. Alejandro Jodorowsky has just spent months and a few million dollars courting a group of artists, craftsmen, actors and musicians for a movie version of Frank Herbert’s best selling science fiction novel “Dune.” But the project falls apart because the suits can’t deal with the technically ambitious and cosmically philosophical storyboard created by the famous Chilean movie director. With a palpable sense of defeat, Jodorowsky, the father of the midnight movie circuit and famous director of the mind-blowing movie “El Topo,” (rumored to be a favorite of John Lennon’s), decides to move on. However, the movie rights change hands, and the new owner, the Société Cartier multinational, decides to lure the Chilean filmmaker back to the table for a second bite of the apple.

Nineteen year old wizkid Kage Caracole, a professional interpreter and Jodorowsky fanatic, is one of the hired translators for the meeting that has been set up at New York’s St. Regis hotel. But when Kage arrives, nothing is what it seems. In dealing with an interesting and improbable cast of characters --- Alfred Jarry, Andre Gregory, Antonin Artaud, and the magical and fascinating Jodorowsky himself --- Kage is being confronted by charming impossibilities and a multitude of questions. Who is the mysterious billionaire William Pilgrim, the head of the Société Cartier, rarely seen or photographed? Who is the charismatic Mr. Gael Dandicat, the P.R. face of Société Cartier, who welcomes Kage to New York? And why does Cartier really want Jodorowsky, and Jodorowsky alone, to make the movie of “Dune?” Who is Swanwick Rivery, the enigmatic snark whom no one can identify, yet whom everyone is hunting? And did Kage hear correctly? Is there really a group of alleged time traveling guerillas who call themselves the Kronokaze whom are trying to muck things up? Or is this all dinner theater?

And then there’s that beautiful blond boy, Jodorowsky’s interpreter, with the odd name whom Kage finds so alluring. Kage’s head is spinning and her heart is listing. Caught in a game of smoke and mirrors, she’s beginning to think that she isn’t even who she thinks she is. But if that’s true, then who is she?

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