Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Last night Tom and I went to a showing of Werner Herzog's 1972 film Aguirre, Wrath of God at the Waterville Opera House. I had seen it before but never on the big screen, and the experience was even more frightening and glorious and dream-like than I had remembered. Has any film actor ever been more terrifying than Klaus Kinski? Is any opening sequence more beautiful than the conquistadors and their slaves toiling down the side of an Andean mountain, in full regalia? Beautiful and bewildering and wretched. And dangerous. The whole movie feels like disaster waiting to happen--not just in the plot but in the filmmaking itself. If Kinski doesn't kill you, the Amazon will.