In the 2011 movie Peace, Love and Misunderstanding (reviewed in a recent post) a teenaged boy documents the activities of his mother and her friends with a movie camera. His proud mom says he is going to be another Steven Spielberg. Werner Herzog, he corrects her. The boy’s ambition is a noble one, if more than a little unrealistic. After all, there is only one Werner Herzog.
The legendary German filmmaker has been a dedicated and fearless chronicler of life. with all its marvels and messiness, for decades now, ranging from fictional epics like 1982’s Fitzcarraldo (which I wrote about in a previous post) to documentaries such as 2011’s awe-inspiring Cave of Forgotten Dreams. (And if anyone deserves that overused adjective “legendary” it is Werner Herzog. Check out John Patterson’s interview on The Guardian’s website for further proof: http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2012/dec/20/werner-herzog-jack-reacher)
Mr. Herzog has always been a stickler for authenticity and the truth has perhaps never been as elusive as it is in this 2011 documentary.