Namely what he discovers is a schlock Shangri La populated by smiling zombies who may be nuts or just heavily medicated, perhaps because they’re often accompanied by a panpipe flourish and an occasional shout out from a celestial choir. Based on the best-selling book by James Redfield, first (self) published in 1993, this cornucopia of kitsch tracks the spiritual awakening of an American history teacher (Matthew Settle) who, on traveling to deepest, darkest, phoniest Peru and sniffing either the air or something more potent, discovers that there really is more to life. This delectable fusion of New Age babble and luridly bad filmmaking may not “open” you up, to borrow one of the film’s favorite verbs, but it might leave your jaw slack and your belly sore from laughter.
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