Its not particularly surprising that a spectacular achievement like
apocalypto would be utterly lost on most people. As seldom_seen reveals, he cannot remove his Hollywood goggles when he goes into a movie theater. For him, the hollywood spectacle is a bifurcated hallucination where familiar Judeo-Christian mythology is distilled through our constellation of "stars".
Would it be too much to ask S_s to indulge a little bit? Maybe put his pants on without underwear, chew a cocoa leaf and ingest a little magic mushroom? Paint his face and sneak in through the exit doors and try to appreciate the story on its own merits? His main problem is that he is looking for Jesus and cannot find him. "History" is an intellectual exercise in delving into the prejudices of the modern age. History, written by and interpreted by the Dead White Christian. Faced with animistic mythologisms, such analysis is as inappropriate as looking for Rhodes Scholars among Miss America contestants.
The Mestizos, for instance, the people of the central American forests and the decendensts of indigenous people, will recieve this movie and reverently recognize its themes and status as a modern-day allegory, an iconic (no pun) mythology produced by one of the most endangered species on the planet: a pagan storyteller.
The most significant aspect of this film (as well as most if not all of its central themes) are
unrecognizable by most people of the 1st world. Through their Judeo-Christian blinders, they see only the Hollywoodisms. Lost in the jungle, they reach for the shadows on Platos wall of the things with which they are familiar. Most people are too thick to even begin to comprehend the latent quality of most of the elements of storytelling in most movies and other stories. The finely crafted narrative that the movie constructs within many parallel levels of meaning are lost, utterly lost. The comments here only testify to the modern imagination's need to flatten conceptualizations into broad, meaningless themes. The movie is dismissed throughout the media as an uncomplex action-adventure narrative.
Hundreds of American movie reviews laud the Action, the Chase, the Redemption. They collapse the entire spectacle into Good vs. Evil. They have no idea what to make of the film. This is because they can only see it with the Western Eye.The pagan aspects of the film are ignored as "bloody", "gory", "violent", and for some simpering Judeo-Christian commentators "unnecessary". Please have mercy, Mel.
This is the third installment of a pagan-themed movie from Mel's production company. He
IS the drunken Dionysis at the cultural party, alternately spiking the punch and running around shirtless with the lampshade over his head, as the disapproving cultural intelligensia perhaps starting to doubt their innate wisdom as Masters of the Universe for sending out his invitation.
Braveheart was a bitterly pagan celebration, with the practically neolithic Scots fighting the corrupt of England. Thier mud huts, passion, and wildness are the pagan instinct that Christianity tried to stamp out, which even today exists teeming at the edges of "civilizen life". The public's fascination with Mel and his movies is the ritual echoes of a more vital time, when humans did not wander around in an existential dilemma, surrounded by toasters and gas stations. The public was fascinated by the account of a man whose life was lived fully, utterly, for principle. They were fascinated by his unclean pagan facepaint, the magic realism of mythology played out onscreen. The
Passion of the Christ was successful because it resurrected the pagan reality of Christianity. The bloody spectacle of human suffering, central to its practices but excised from modern, sanitized experience, rose again like a zombie to flesh out the completely plasticized romanticization of modern religion.
Apocalypto fails to produce recognizable cultural landmarks for a population of postmodern idiot savants. Not one reviewer I saw recognized the multiple messages in the movie, or recognized its greatness. Some recognized the
virtuosity, and that was as close as they got.
It is interesting that Mel's pagan mythologies been tangled with Judeo-Christian social forces. His drunken monolouge was blown out of proportion, but that outcome makes perfect sense for a Judeo-Christian culture. In such a culture, the unconscious rules of intellectual behavior become transparently indicative of their origins, whenever the truth-teller, the mythologizer, the storyteller appears. As opposed to scientism, human emotional experience is pattern-oriented. And that standard for truth-tellers is archtyped in Jesus Christ, or Moses, or any of the other prophetic mouthpieces for God described in Bible.
Thus, Mel "fell from grace". The Christians have nervously sprung to their feet to condemn him as less-than-Jesus, as the Jews have certified him as a non-Jehovah. Postmodern mass media and the body politic in general, as the secular monopolist of mass cultural mythology, "diagnoses" Mel. Underneath it all though, is the quest for Jesus as Truth-Teller. All who speak "Truth", or something that sounds like it, must be compared directly or indirectly, to Jesus Christ himself. I call this the "Fallacy of Searching For Christ." Its sort of like an ad hominem, but one that disguises its origins in various intellectual modes. They crucify Mel to prove he is not Jesus.
The astonishing truths about nature, about civilizations, the difference between anarchic hunter-gatherers and Earth-tilling cultures, the basic human condition, and the meta-messages of myth, and myth-making are shown right in front of our faces in this movie. It is not surprising to me that most people will not see these things. They miss the pagan forest for the Judeo-Christian trees.
For Mel's part, I think he has intelligently retreated from defending himself against the masses of people armed with stones. Ironically he has become a greater artist than any other director in Hollywood today. He has become the solitary artist working for himself, a true pagan demigod, creating meaning outside the official culture's petri dish.
His blank, blood-rimmed stare at the mugshot camera is Dionysis staring into the paper-thin soul of America. It is a face that says, "I am the dragon, I see you for what you are." It is the kind of face that makes Christians drop to their knees and pray, good folks lock their doors at night, and cops to come back around to surveill the area.
Behind that bloody stare is a visonary that can bring to life
a life, outside the frontiers of culture, a place chased from the edges of civilization, that may only authentically exist now in mythology. The tragedy of our civilization is that our mythology, unlike pagan mythology or the mythology inherent in this movie, is that the vital aspect is sanitized and neutralized. Our cultural milieu is impoverished, addicted to the trappings of its own delusion. Mel will continue to fascinate the nation as long as behind the tinsel, glitter, and empty plastic sentiment of Santy Claus and his Elves, remains the story of a half-man, half-god, who was ritualistically tortured, disembowled, and nailed to a chunk of wood to die, after which he comes back to life to haunt the living world. The pagan realities of the archaic animism of hunter-gatherer cultures that Judeo-Christian and pre-Judeo/Christian farming, land-tilling, animal-husbanding cultures destroyed, are co-opted, sublimated, but never fully extinguished.
Apocalypto is the undead heart of animism still alive and twitching, transplanted and sewn into our collective body.
Movie Review: Apocalypto

out of 5.