The second entry in Jodorowsky's series of autobiographical films following
La Danza De La Realidad is about the young Alejandro's departure from home as he joins a house of artists and embraces his love for poetry. Of course the story is told through the lens of Jodorowsky's trademark surrealism, and in his old age the master has only gotten better and better. I think the movie is just a notch below La Danza, mostly because that movie's dealing with his father's struggles carried more dramatic weight than this movie finds in Alejandro finding himself as an artist, but it's still one of this year's best by a huge margin.
Side-note: not a movie for people easily turned off by male nudity, paintings of male butt cheeks being spread with semen leaking out and sex scenes involving a midget pawg on her period.
@Tuaminator