Review of Begotten (1991) by John D — 18 Jun 2008

One's humble presence can be nothing except appalled with such a journey beyond a normal and common heart beating. This monumental inwards masterpiece is with no doubt, what I consider to be the ultimate step into an exercise of self analysis through visual stimulation, due to its primal concept and symbolic arquetype power.

It is like drinking a chalice filled with broken glass, but in this case, the shattered shine does not cut you deep. No. Instead of that flesh related consequence, you ascend through the spiritual pain reflected by a dead God. Only then the real consequences are born, and only then your soul begins to be molested and raped by a monochromatic assembly of subconscious terror.

This IS a living nightmare.

Being this enlightening torment strongly influenced by a near death situation experienced by its creator, my fascination before it, shapes into forms which words fail to describe. Before this visual anthem noir, the amount of dedication, effort and blood work is immensely obvious. It becomes even more frightening, to be aware that this is a result of a deeply thought intension, and not just a random sequence of pain. This is an unpleasant experience, the way a deep journey into a godless abyss should be. It shakes the walls of the common things which infect this world.

In the aftermath (if you do make it until the end), if the only thing you can take from this experience is nothing but an insufficient bidimensional perspective of it.....it probably means that you are just that. This is nothing but a superb accomplishment, in creating a psychic mirror through a visual manifesto.

To be seen in darkness.