El Topo is a good place to start, as it at least takes place with one black leather boot placed inside a recognizable genre, to wit, the spaghetti western. The plot mostly the travails of a mysterious desert drifter. What you make of where it goes from there says as much about your own taste for picaresque literature, shamanic totems, and metempsychosis. Did I already mention this is the easiest to get of all Jodorowsky's films? John Lennon was a huge fan; he went so far as to help finance Jodorowsky's next work, the epic Holy Mountain, in return for which he stole most of his 70s garb from El Topo's titular hero.
Let's say you aren't already a foaming at the mouth fan of Alejandro Jodorowsky's visionary films, any one of which could serve as a substitute for a psychotropic drug experience. In that case,