Jodorowsky's ideas exist in a special creative dimension that seems deceptively accessible because they are rooted in common mythology. The spectrum is staggeringly wide. He merges Greco-Roman myths about rape and revenge, Biblical fables of submission and redemption, and Eastern tales of illusionary worlds inhabited by tulpas. Those elements don't always gel together and occasionally clash, but that's not the author's fault. In fact, the dare to put them in the same bowl and stir them repeatedly commands respect and the fact that Jodorowsky does it in a pretty nonchalant and unapologetic way is so mind-blowing that critiquing this series is pretty much like complaining the Sun has spots. Works like these are beyond critique because they don't seem to have been written with the intention to impress anyone else but the mind of their author. And in Jodorowsky's case, that mind is a volatile creative cauldron, where apparently anything is possible. So, in all fairness, nobody should give a fuck about what I think of all this. Just check it out. If you like it, don't stop reading!