IMDb summarizes it as follows: “Two young couples on a remote coast encounter a mysterious, otherworldly presence. Their dreamlike world blends nature, technology, myth, and authoritarian violence.”
I have no idea how to describe this film, so I’m just going to turn to RogerEbert.com. Like me, their reviewer had no idea what was going on, but he at least found some words to describe it.
Carlos Reygadas’ “Heil Jupiter!” finishes its first act taking a camera inside a character’s anus and, figuratively, never really escaping it for the remaining two hours. The sixth film from the acclaimed Mexican avant-garde filmmaker, “Heil Jupiter!” feels like the kind of Buñuelian provocation that aims to spark discussion through its sheer audacity, even if its ultimate points feel as dull as dishwater and just as murky to see through.
Shot across a number of continents and in many languages (including a fake version of Spanish that was fully concocted for the film), “Heil Jupiter!” spends its first minutes soaking us in flashing neon swatches of light, complete with staticky musical score, before introducing us to a foursome of two men and two women, all lounging amid the crashing waves along the rocks of a sparsely populated island. It’s not long before the four are engaged in a furtive four-way sexual interlude, before the aforementioned camera shoots right up Milu’s backdoor.
So … their visit to the island was all about technology, myth, authoritarian violence and assholes.
In essence, it was like attending a Republican Convention.
I can assure you that the review above only touches on the insanity going on here.
As the camera goes into his asshole, we enter a dream world filled with fighter pilots shooting at aliens, a Polish soldier who determined that one of the women was a witch, a factory where human body parts are chopped up to become weapons, and various other surreal and unconnected scenarios. And this goes on for more than two and a half hours.
A Polish soldier?
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Neli de la Rosa and Flor de León are the women pictured here. I could do dozens of captures, but these will be enough to tell you whether you want to invest time in the film clips.
They don’t look Polish.
But I guess we live in a brave new world.
There is also some kind of mystical cave ceremony involving dozens of naked people. I skipped over that scene because it is dark and I have no idea who is in it.
That is one hell of a rack on – er – the one with the big ‘uns. I can’t figure out who is who as this is the only IMDB credit recorded for each of them. Nieważne!
I tried to figure out which was which, but the internet was no help and I didn’t have the patience to listen to every line of dialogue in a fake language.
I tried also before commenting and the most useful thing I learned is that “Flor de Léon” is a word for dandelion. If I had to guess I’d say they’re Filipino.
Filipino and Mayan seen like reasonable guesses.