Aguirre : Wrath of God

The way Herzog opens this film is unquestionably an instant hallmark of near-celestial film-making. The mist is wafting across the unfathomably high mountains of the Andes, the men trickling down and up the hill like ants on a mound, and Popol Vuh’s spectral score ladled across the 35 mm reel in portions. You’re immediately suspended […]