I am not a fan of some of the more random ¨art¨ produced in the 1960s and 1970s because it strikes me as the simple product of powerful drug effects on the brain. L´urlo is a case in point. Basically it´s a long string of mostly unrelated scenes depicting the breaking of taboos and flouting of all forms of accepted authority, convention, rules, morality, decency, etc. Psychedelic drugs have the effect of causing people to see things differently and to question what seemed to be obvious truths. But when art is produced as a simple re-creation or reflection of the ephemera released from the brain as a result of the ingestion of novel psychotropic chemicals, I find it often soulless, as in this case.
Review of The Howl
