August 20, 2007

Aguirre Wants To Know Who Else Is With Him

On the list of common nightmares (late for a test, naked in public, etc) there's a curious gap where "on a raft on the Amazon with Klaus Kinski" should go. I can't account for the absence.
We've been running Aguirre, Wrath of God as our background for the weekend. If you've never watched it, you're missing out. It's got a few subtitles, but you're reading this so that shouldn't be a problem. It's not a chatty film in any case.

Fifth in a series.

Posted by floridacracker at August 20, 2007 01:53 AM

   


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How did all of my employees wind up on that raft?

Posted by: mike the bike at August 20, 2007 01:52 PM

ROTFL. That bad, huh?

Posted by: Donnah at August 20, 2007 01:55 PM

And who were those guys with them.....?

Yeah, sometimes it's that bad. Other times it's worse.

When I was younger and still racing motorcycles, the inherent danger was offset by the fact that at 185 miles per hour, I didn't have to answer the same stupid questions that I endure during the course of an average day.

Posted by: mike the bike at August 20, 2007 03:03 PM

That's a heartwarming flick. I hear Disney has a feature-length animated version in development.

Posted by: Bill from INDC at August 20, 2007 03:32 PM

That was some discipline on the part of Herzog to have gone to all that trouble and expense to get into that location and create that film world and still have the picture clock in at 90 minutes. I'd have been too tempted to add more minutes to at least show off more of that breathtaking scenery.

Love, love, love that movie. Every scene is a treat and no dialog is filler.

Posted by: Donnah at August 20, 2007 03:41 PM

Excellent movie. How about the scenes without dialogue? Like when the indian is playing his pan pipe and then stops. The camera stays on his face for a long time afterwards. That scene always bugs me because his face is so blank and guileless, and, well ... dumb. After about ten seconds, you just want to slap that face -- Just for kicks, man, just for kicks.

My other favourite scene is when the hill-billies make the character played by Ned Beatty squeal like a pig.

Posted by: rg at August 21, 2007 12:30 AM

that guy was Nasfuratu (or however you spell it..) wasn't he.. ?? that is weird, Donnah..just a weird movie.. he's gonna breed with his daughter ??

Posted by: csason at August 21, 2007 08:32 AM

Since the daughter's already dead from an arrow, that'd be a tough order. Watch the rest of the movie, Owen. You'll love it.

RG- I was walking with my little girlfriend when as I was a kid, and as we were walking past a pristine, freshly-painted white mailbox she stopped to crush her cigarette out on it. So, I'm familiar with your impulse.

Posted by: Donnah at August 21, 2007 09:43 PM

I'll have you know I have never slapped an Indian.
(I will confess to having done the "I've got your nose!" trick, though. The Indian in question was not fooled, alas.)

Posted by: rg at August 26, 2007 04:34 PM