“Not just a great movie but an essential one... a landmark film!”
– J. Hoberman, The Village Voice
“Astoundingly beautiful and savage.”
– Joshua Rothkopf, Time Out New York
“NOT TO BE MISSED! A film of such self-assured hallucinatory clarity and ingenious visual invention that it has no equal… One of the best films of the 70s!” – Bruce Bennett, The New York Sun
“An idiosyncratic masterpiece! If I had to choose between Francis Coppola’s Apocalypse Now and Werner Herzog’s Aguirre, the Wrath of God, I know which one I’d have to choose.”
– Jerry Tallmer |
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(1972) A long caravan — men in helmets and breastplates, native bearers,
women carried in sedan chairs — snakes down a steep cliffside and up another
on the opposite side of a jungle-covered valley, as wisps of mist mask the heights.
A raft spinning in a whirlpool is covered with corpses the next morning. An
abandoned horse stands motionless in the jungle. An elegantly dressed woman
walks blankly through battling men into the wild. A boat rests high in the treetops.
A native holds a book to his ear, hoping to hear “The Word of God.” Arrows fired
by unseen hands whip across the water to bury themselves in flesh and armor on
the flimsy rafts endlessly drifting downstream, with the last one bearing only a
raving madman and a pack of scurrying monkeys. Is it a dream? Or — with Klaus
Kinski redefining hubris as the limping, haunted-faced conquistador of the title,
with his Machiavellian power ploys; psycho rants hurling out challenges to the
entire Spanish empire even as his force dwindles away; and brutal head games in response to the first hint of opposition
— is it a nightmare? (Kinski continued his obscene rants off-camera as well, with one threat to walk off the film while
in the middle of the jungle, prompting Herzog to threaten to kill him — not metaphorically.) 29-year-old Herzog’s third
feature — based on the real Aguirre’s quest for the lost city of El Dorado — established him as a filmmaker of unique
vision and reckless eccentricity. Thomas Mauch’s award-winning photography — his eight-man crew nearly lost their
equipment in rapids during a grueling six-week shoot in the Peruvian jungle — ravishes the eye as well as creating
another world, reinforced by the striking music of Florian Fricke and his “krautrock” group Popol Vuh. “Absolutely
stunning... One can feel the colors of the jungle and see the heat.” – Vincent Canby, The New York Times.
“Astonishing... Clearly this is Herzog’s Heart of Darkness.” – David Sterritt. “The sinister silences of the jungle, the
eerie calm of the river, the sense of being totally adrift from any recognizable signposts of civilization has rarely been
conveyed with such tactile immediacy... Herzog conveys this in images that are literally unforgettable.” – David Ansen.
A NEW YORKER FILMS RELEASE.
At Film Forum FFriday, May 18 - Thursday, June 7, 2007:
HERZOG (NON-FICTION) and WERNER’S PICKS |