(Mexico, Canada; 87 min.) This weird piece of magical realism has a woman washing up on the shores of a Mexican village, stunned and unable to remember who she is or how she got there. After a while though, she’s mescal-ing it up, shaking her maraca and slapping asses, convincing herself it’s all a dream. The emphasis is more on tableaulike images than story, and there’s a healthy dose of Guy Maddin type surrealism. The continuous, tongue-in-cheek narration, which presents the film almost like a travelogue, is funny for a while but eventually pulls the audience out of any real connection to the story. In the end, writer/director Anita Doron tries to have it both ways, playing the material for an absurdist joke but also trying to make a point about our place in the world, and Mystico Fantastico! gets lost in between. (SP)

March 3 at 7pm, Camera 12; Sat., March 5 at 4:30pm, Camera 12; Tue., March 8 at 4:30pm, San Jose Rep