Thursday, February 22, 2007

Why?




Because Herzog's imagination isn't one merely to provide the unexpected, nor the merely free associative, but one that provides resolutely, strangely resonating images that don't make sense on the surface nor to an unfathomable unconsciousness, but to areas of his worldview--a cross section of Bavarian eccentricity, post-Nazi exploration, nightmare, post and neo-romantic musings--something offered as a counterweight to the horrors of WWII, doesn't deny the insanity of the universe, rather relishes in the ecstasy of experience; something transcendent but not so hopeful. Both a cruel and hopeful reconciliation of Faith and The Abyss.