This is possibly the first foreign (subtitled) film I ever saw back in the late 1970’s. I’d gone over to Brum (to Virgin Records) and thought I’d treat myself to a bit of ‘other’ (culture). This Aguirre, and this Klaus Kinsky, was my alarming (and disturbing but also quite thrilling) introduction to the weird wonderful world of Werner Herzog.
I must have rewatched it at least half a dozen times over the last 40 years. And due to the acquisition of age, which should be ladling maturity into my watching, plus with better benefit of (very long) hindsight, I can see this film more clearly for what it is now: a strangely tedious malady of malaise.
I don’t marvel at it any more. I’m not taken in by it like I once was. Ok, so the opening sequence tracking down the misty mountain with the troop of conquistadors (to Popuh Vul soundtrack) is stunning, and the whole mental deterioration aboard the life-raft is startling. And of course you’ve got the Krazy Kinski compelling and commandeering your attention. But there are many langorous lulls in the pacing, and offbeat anti-climactic lurches in the dramatic development, of the film. It is quite easy to feel disengaged, and be having to stifle back glazed yawns boring their way through the trapdoor of your (sub) consciousness.
Krazy Klaus is what, ultimately, makes watching this film worthwhile.
What did he do with that little baby monkey? Well I can tell you, thankfully, he didn’t rip its head off with his bare teeth (he could have, and would have though – in the right wrong frame of mind)
According to legend there were a lot of argy bargy conflicts between Herzog and Kinski; so much so Herzog felt obliged to point a gun at Kinski and threat to shoot him if he didn’t do as he was told.
Amyway, the little monkeys have the last laugh. They over-run the life-raft and will eventually start eating everything and every body in a minute (so said my rather febrile imagination)
Even though I’ve kept a copy of this film on Dvd for posterity or nostalgia’s sake, I very much doubt I’ll be wanting to watch it yet again.
Dir: Werner Herzog, Germany
7/10 (based on what it once meant to me)