Watched it. It reads interesting indeed. Makes me suspect that, at least during the Fitzcarraldo period, Herzog might’ve thought misery was valuable or even necessary to good filmmaking - misery in the form of stunts and geographic setting, and misery in the form of lead actor’s personality.
Best part of My Best Fiend was Herzog’s own thoughts (soliloquy?) on nature and the jungle itself. Those bits were some pure solid gold Herzog.
Best part of My Best Fiend was Herzog’s own thoughts (soliloquy?) on nature and the jungle itself. Those bits were some pure solid gold Herzog.