My plan was to put up some review-shaped text containing a deep analysis of the theological content of Alucarda (directed by Juan Lopez Moctezuma 1978 AD), but said content makes no frigging sense at all. The film is ideologically so self-contradictory that it negates any attempt at interpretation like the anti-matter of sense.
Now that I think of it, the whole movie perfectly embodies the Platonic Ideal of making no sense at all - I dare say it makes even less sense than Black Magic Rites, if you can believe that is possible. Anyway, if you want a deeper exploration of this very special piece of nunsploitation cinema from Mexico (or Outer Space) let me just point you to 1000 Misspent Hours and Counting, whose owner also can't make heads nor tails of it.
It is indeed a great experience for every lover of things unfathomable, of screaming women, and of giant crosses made from a dead nun.
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