So you're James Edwards, an eccentric art collecting poet and the sole heir to a British railroad tycoon's fortune. England has grown tiresome, the continent has lost its allure, and Brecht, Dali, and Picasso just aren't the drinking buddies they used to be. What do you do? Buy eighty acres of waterfall strewn rain forest seven hours north of Mexico City, the vision; to "set up a Garden of Eden" and erect a mock-Gothic cement castle among towering surrealist sculptures, a-doy/COME-ON! I haven't seen it, but Netflix does have the 2009 documentary James Edwards: Builder of Dreams.
