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NOSFERATU
AGUIRRE, WRATH OF GOD
WOYZECK
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Jun 3, 2013 - 6:53 PM
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Ralph
(Member)
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Could anyone but Klaus Kinski pull off the barminess of Heroz’s “Fitzcarraldo”? The pearly whites, the clear bright blue eyes and the orange-blond straw hair set ablaze a natural madness; it’s almost as if Dwight Frye has come back to give a command performance. The movie isn’t much more than a remake of the bad/funny “The Pride and the Passion” — instead of a giant cannon, this one’s got a steamer; instead of hotly pursued Sophia as trash sanctified (with the meaty hips defyingly slinky, the boobs bouncy and consumable), we have disarming, radiant Cardinale as the respectable madam who finances Fitz’s fantasy. The imagery of the ship’s ascent up the mountain and decent into the rapids is serviceable but after a while you ache for something else to look at; the camera is seldom positioned to impress, it merely records. Herzog’s highly publicized pain during the movie’s making became, of course, Les Blank’s commissioned documentary “Burden of Dreams.” They wanted to register the troubles and toils because they feared the movie might never get completed. Referred to as “Fitzcarraldo II,” this private account has scenes in which fatigued Herzog is staring into the camera reassuring us that he’s a deeply tortured artist. If you’ve seen neither but tempted to want to see both burdens, here’s a reminder of what Kael said walking out of “Raise the Titanic”: “Life’s too short.”
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