The human comedy that takes place within the cramped confines of huts is as rich as any found in a Herzog documentary.
I am a research scientist, a walk of life whose cinematic counterparts are relegated to a few stale options.
Herzog’s world is harsh and cruel, dominated by a violent natural order in which humanity’s place is precarious at best.
In case you weren’t paying attention, given Sally Hawkins’s egregious snub and all, Werner Herzog is now an Oscar nominee—and not a moment too soon.
Like Balzac or Lars von Trier, Werner Herzog is the final authority on the world around him, even when it’s a self-created one.
Armed with a life-affirming mocha breve from Caffé Zingaro, I make my way to the subterranean blue battleship known as SIFF Cinema.