Be honest...
If this film wasn't from Herzog but some film-school kid you'd never heard of, would you still be praising it?
This is the sixth or seventh WH film I've seen - all of which, until now, I've loved. But this was dire - practically unwatchable, in fact. I have a thing about switching films off without finishing them, but the only way I could get thru this was to watch it in three sittings - and it's only short...
Where do I begin?
Sticking a camera through a bus window and recording what's out there does not count as great art - and don't get me started on overlong shot length.
In fact, as a semi-professional photographer, I'm stunned that he managed to get such distinctly mediocre images from the desert. On the rare occasions when the eye was attracted by the scenery, it was spoiled by sweeping pans that were too fast, not to mention wobbly.
And lest you think that I'm unable to handle such provocative film-making, I should point out that I love Koyaanisqatsi. OK, it may have been heavily influenced by FM, but it was far more structured and professionally produced.
Oh yeah, and apparently he didn't know what he was filming for at the time, and only came up with the idea of an alien film crew when he was in the editing suite... hardly the Citizen Kane approach, is it?
And to top it all off, it's lumbered with a narration that at best can be described as utter cobblers.
Absolute pile of shoite.
"Wait till they get a load of me!"