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Julianes Sturz in den Dschungel (1999)
Herzog at his most Haunting
I've been an unrepentant fan of Werner Herzog ever since I saw him ranting in his German accent about the vileness and fornication of the jungle in "Burden of Dreams," Les Blank's 1982 documentary about the making of "Fitzcarraldo." Since then, I've seen most all of Herzog's films. There is something sublime, perverse, and almost autistically innocent about Herzog; even when he fudges things--which he frequently does--there is still a kind of oblique honesty about it, because he knows that we know what he's up to, yet he never doubts that we'll understand. I think it's okay for a documentary to have a point of view, and with "Wings of Hope," Herzog, as usual, exercises the prerogative to its fullest. But that's alright, he's Herzog. There will never be another.