Endless Poetry (Alejandro Jodorowsky, 2016)

Extremely entertaining indeed, and with some remarkable sequences. I'd say the opening is more wholly successful than the film as a whole, but still, Jodorowsky handles his self-obsession with aplomb, partly with some surprising delicacy, and partly by not attempting to disguise it in the slightest. All of which has the effect of making the film's narcissism much more digestible than something like Alan Bennett's The Lady in the Van, a film whose pretence that is about Alan Bennett and Mary Shepherd makes the fact that it is really all about Alan Bennett all the more objectionable.