Memories aren’t meant to be truth. They’re not an internal documentary of our lives, unflinching in their authenticity and immovable to interpretation. No, our recollections are supposed to be filtered, formed over years of personal reflection and friendly storytelling. Names get changed. Events are altered. Perception becomes less about what happened and the more important “why?” Indeed, why we remember what we do is as significant as the events or individuals themselves. After all, we come into contact with millions of possible reminiscences every day and yet we cast aside some in favor of others. For the amazing auteur Alejandro Jodorowsky, it’s all an act, a performance piece that gets twisted and altered over time into something close to what really happened. The essence, not the evidence. It’s the Dance of Reality, and as seen through his eyes, it’s incredible.