October 9, 2023
The idiosyncrasies of filmmaker Herzog (The Twilight World) are on full display in his eccentric if unreflective memoir. Herzog was born in Munich in 1942 and soon moved with his mother and brother to a farm in the remote town of Sachrang to escape Allied bombings. As a young teen, he returned to Munich and, convinced after a spiritual experience while working on a fishing boat that he wouldn’t live past 18 (he writes of the episode that he was “bedded in a cosmos without compare, above, below, all around a speechless silence”), began making films because he assumed “they would be all that was left of me” after his premature demise. He explains that he learned almost “all there is to know” about moviemaking from “the thirty or forty pages on radio, film, and TV in an encyclopedia” and expounds on the making of his most famous films, revealing that Jack Nicholson turned down the lead in Fitzcarraldo because he “only took parts that left him free to watch Los Angeles Lakers’ games.” The prose is often beautiful and there’s no shortage of prime Herzog-isms (“I always wanted to direct a Hamlet and have all the parts played by ex-champion livestock auctioneers”), but the director offers disappointingly little in the way of emotional introspection. Still, Herzog’s fans will want to check this out.
