Premise: A group of
Spanish conquistadors travel down the Amazon river in search of the fabled city
of El Dorado.
My first thought
while watching this was that it did Apocalypse Now in about half the
time. The two are similar in a lot of ways. Both are about a long trip through
the jungle, largely taking place on a river. And Aguirre is thankfully credited
as an influence for Coppola's later film. Similar to Apocalypse Now, Aguirre
is notable for the horrible shooting conditions. It's easy to believe that.
Every frame of this movie looks miserable. I doubt there was a single happy
person on that set. In other words, I'd call it a rousing success.
There's a story
about how Brian Wilson heard The Beatles' Revolver and made Pet
Sounds in response, only for The Beatles to follow up with Sergeant
Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. That basically caused Wilson to have a
mental breakdown attempting to make the album Sunshine. It kind of feels
like Werner Herzog and Francis Ford Coppola had a similar thing going on for
troubled productions. Herzog made Aguirre. Coppola responded with Apocalypse
Now. Not to be outdone, a few years later, Herzog makes Fitzcarraldo,
a movie about dragging a stream ship over a friggin' mountain. Thankfully for
all Hollywood craft workers, Coppola didn't decide to return the volley.
I appreciate this
film being only a little over 90 minutes. That's plenty of time to capture the
decent into madness. As Aguirre, Klaus Kinski is effectively insane. Herzog and
Kinski famously clashed for several movies and I like to think that also comes
through in this. I'll happily follow those two collaborators into madness for
as many films as they made together.
And that closing
shot is great. There's really not anything special about it. It's not even
surprising. You can probably guess it midway through the movie. It's still
quite satisfying though, perhaps because it doesn't try to zig or zag.
Verdict: Weakly
Recommend
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