Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind

I think it would be only fair to say that this film is only recommended for José Mojica Marins completists. Despite being a 'best of' compilation of sorts, this is pretty far from the ideal starting point for those new to the Brazilian maverick. It has a plot but only just. In the main it's a showcase of the most depraved clips from previous Marins films all edited together to create a wild psychedelic acid trip. Incidentally, it occurred to me while watching this that it could be a monumental mistake for an unsuspecting viewer to actually drop acid before embarking on this. It could freak them out pretty badly.

The story in a nutshell has a man experiencing uncontrollable, feverish hallucinations. These entail the fictional character Zé do Caixão stealing his wife Tânia and a variety of other grotesque events in a hell-like world. A group of psychiatrists bring in the real Marins who created the character to try and cure the patient.

The story is merely an excuse to depict extended scenes of perversity, surrealism and gory violence. The soundtrack seems to consist of a barrage of intense moans and groans too. The visual and audio combine to batter the viewer. If nothing else, it's certainly a full-on experience. However, it all gets somewhat repetitive and I would be lying if I didn't admit to being a bit bored quite a lot of the time. It's a pure horror film for sure but for it to work properly these scenes need to be integrated into a narrative where they achieve some overall purpose. As it is, they are just horrible scenes edited together for their own sake. It's all just a bit too one dimensional.

During the opening credits for Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind, a hunchback plays the bongos while circling a semi-naked woman. It's an extremely bizarre image, but pretty standard fare for cult Brazilian director José Mojica Marins, who has carved a whole career from such surreality.

For this particular film, Marins has gathered together numerous scenes from his body of work so far and cobbled them together with a little new footage to tell the story of scientist Dr. Hamilton (Jorge Peres), who suffers from terrible nightmares in which he sees cult horror icon Coffin Joe (played by Marins) trying to make off with his wife Tânia (Magna Miller). In a 'meta moment', the doctor treating Hamilton calls Marins for help, believing that the creator of Coffin Joe might hold the key to curing the nightmares, which in turn gives Marins an idea for his next film.

With the majority of the running time taken up by Hamilton's nightmares, which are essentially a compilation of random freaky imagery taken out of context (not that they had much context to begin with), Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind is an incredibly tedious, meaningless experience and a colossal waste of time, especially for anyone who has already seen most of Marins better known films.

According to the box (and as an aside - God bless Something Weird Video!), this feature is cobbled together from material censored out of Marins' earlier "Coffin Joe" films. Though there are plenty of topless girls, and a good bit of torture and mayhem as well, the content of this movie seems to indicate that the censors in question (Brazilian?) had more serious issues with intense hallucination sequences. The handful of scenes which comprise the framing device, some mumbling business about a psychotic guy and the people trying to cure him, are certainly inept and boring enough, but this is actually a relief, because the hallucinations are pretty overwhelming, and you'll be happy for opportunities to catch your breath. An endless barrage of utterly grotesque and disjointed imagery, much of which seems to be intended as literal hellscapes, is liberally flavored with nude women, partially obscured by psychedelic lighting and editing effects, and staged on sets which must be seen to be believed (parts of actors' bodies are often built into the backdrop). It's easier to compare this to other movies than it is to describe it; if you can imagine Kenneth Anger's Satan movies, interspersed with gore scenes from H.G. Lewis, and rationalized by the further insertion of pieces of a fifties health class film on mental hygiene, you're on the right track; and, not to be snotty, but if you can't imagine that, you might not be ready to watch this one. If one can judge by this film alone (as, unfortunately, I must, though that won't be the case for long), Marins' big influences are Jung, Bosch, and E.C. Comics, which places this picture in heavy company by virtue of its aspirations alone, despite its technical shortcomings. (Not to mention that its very incoherency makes this movie a more accurate picture of some forms of schizophrenia than many more "serious" films which address the same subject.)

Marins' HALLUCINATIONS is a brilliant collage consisting of many disturbing, bizarre, and imaginatively perverse scenes which were censored from his earlier films. A man, Dr. Hamilton, is having nightmares in which Coffin Joe, Marins' demonic alter-ego, repeatedly kidnaps his wife for the purpose of superhuman procreation (a theme which runs through the Coffin Joe films). Fellow psychiatrists seek the help of Marins the filmmaker, in an attempt to force Hamilton back into reality. Of course, Marins mastery of cinematic metaphysics throws all matter of logic and rationality to the dogs, so that what you get instead is a wild journey into the dark realms of the unconscious. The film is as much about Marins and his controversial career as it is an underground "head " film, and to get anything out of it, it's helpful to understand who and what Coffin Joe is. Once you can appreciate Marins' mastery of "the aesthetics of garbage," you'll realise how brilliant and undervalued he is in international cinema.

While showing lots of nightmarish scenes, this is far from the best of José Mojica Marins, and brings nothing new. Indeed, previous issues came back: Coffin Joe wants to find the perfect woman, there is a discussion about the existence of Coffin Joe, and Mojica works together with psychiatrists. More remarkable than that is the fact that only a little more than one third of the film is composed by original footage; all the rest was copied from four previous movies which had suffered with censorship: This night I'll possess yout corpse, The strange world of Coffin Joe, Awakening of the beast, and The bloody exorcism of Coffin Joe. Therefore, for a public nowadays, when it is much less difficult to have access to those former films, I do not think the present one worth watching, although it is not bad.