Aguirre, the Wrath of God. Fitzcarraldo. Two movies, one story. “Klaus Kinski attempts to defeat the jungle using only the power of his face, fails.” The man had a face. His skull was well-hung. Not a beautiful face. Klaus Kinski was not a Chris. He wasn’t All-American Chris. Or Aussie Bro Chris. Or The Other … Continue reading Thoughts On Some Werner Herzog Movies