Alejandro Jodorowsky sometimes describes himself as a man without a country. Born in Chile to Ukrainian parents, he was pale and with curly hair while everyone around was darker with straight hair. In his hand-written autobiography, he once observed he, “[has] not been accepted anywhere.” This sense of alienation pervades The Dance of Reality, a film about Jodorowsky’s time in Tocopilla, a small coastal town. Sublime and surreal, Jodorowsky’s latest unfolds like a cross between a memoir and a fairy tale. Parts of the film are shocking, even grotesque, and yet somehow there’s an overall feeling of warm nostalgia.