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Any narratively uninhibited film that starts with a rotund uniformed man zealously French kissing a vast inflatable balloon, and randomly cutting to our hyper-exotic narrator strongly suggested the unfurling of skewed cinematic brilliance! Perky quixotic love vampire, Angela (Helena Ignez)is the uninhibitedly didactic nubile high priestess of nymphomania, Ultra-powerful number one enemy of men! Traversing an escalator, repeatedly kicking her swarthy beau in the shins, Angela ardently expressing her appreciation of ignorant men merely the tantalizing prelude to her many beguiling eccentricities!
The playful, erotically unbound, Angela is married to the obese, Doktor Plirtz (Jo Soares) part comic book villain, part megalomaniacal tycoon, part grandstanding, candy stuffing buffoon. Plirtz seemingly unaware that his luxuriously libidinous, cigar-chomping wife is a serially man-eating sex siren! Sinfully sojourning on the appropriately named Pleasure island, Angela triumphantly takes on, and blithely discards all the predictably lustful men that tickle her altogether delectable fancy, leaving them spent and dazed in her wickedly wanton wake!
The hyperbolic, dazzlingly epigrammatic, refreshingly non-conformist celluloid celebration of the anti-western demon, 'Angela of Flesh and Blood' is a vibrantly proto-punk, uniquely energizing, Godardian assault on the reeling senses! Its sprightly, eclectic pop, baroque, samba soundtrack galvanizes its psychedelic 'do what thy wilt' sensibilities. Rogerio Sganzerla's drunken delirium of riotous comic book kookiness, lunatic lo-fi invention remains a ferociously freak-headed fever dream no less quixotic-exotic than comparable works by, Alejandro Jodorowsky or DuĊĦan Makavejev.