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eBook ¹ Conuest of the Useless Reflections from the Making of Fitzcarraldo µ Hardcover Read Ó randarenewables ´ Werner Herzog Grizzly Man is one of the most revered and enigmatic filmmakers of our time and Fitzcarraldo is one of his most honored and aHings major cast changes and reshoots and the hauling without the use of special effects of a 360 ton steamship over a mountain Conuest of the Useless is  a work of art unto itself an ian fever dream that emerged from the delirium of the jungle  With fascinating observation I'm glad that I've not felt that compelled to HAVE to do something But I kinda relate in feeling sometimes like people around me don't give a shit and I'm some crazy dreamer chick with a crazy dreamy look in her eyes But I also kinda wish that I had those visions in my head that had to come out in words and images I've not felt the kind of righteous rightness that burdened me to create Maybe that's why I almost never remember my dreams Fucking crazy stuff I loved it Like the rest of life was seen through a story focus lens splitting details away for their fevered ualities I don't think the stories were contrived If others wouldn't have seen it that way well they weren't Herzog I love the Destroyer song Virgin with a Memory It goes Was it the movie or the making of Fitzcarraldo Right on Dan Bejar I forgot to mention the birds All of the other reviews detail a terrific entry from Conuest of the Useless damn now I can't talk about swimming with piranhas I loved all of the tidbits about parrots and I'd try and guess what kinds they were based on the descriptions he gave There were ians and caiues my favorite kind of bird pretty much I'd lose my mind in the jungle I'd make a caiue my king and he would be a playful god Only I couldn't go all Heart of Darkness and rip the monkey's or bird's head off either that'd be like Steerpike from Gormenghast too Poor monkeys Weren't those songs by ex Genesis members enough

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Werner Herzog Grizzly Man is one of the most revered and enigmatic filmmakers of our time and Fitzcarraldo is one of his most honored and admired films  More than just Herzog’s journal of the making of the monumental problematical motion picture which involved among other t From Marina Hyde's column in today's GuardianAnyway let me conclude with a correction A fortnight ago I suggested the movie disaster Brexit was most like was Heaven’s Gate simply because that notorious flop effectively collapsed a studio much in the way this crisis is threatening to collapse the UK But I have since wondered whether the most closely analogous flop is Werner Herzog’s Fitzcarraldo don’t worry you needn’t have seen it which even its director came to see as “the conuest of the useless” Stop me if any of this feels familiar but during the making of it Herzog claimed to have stopped sleeping entirely – “I just have brief strenuous fainting spells” – while actors he accused of immense stupidity were reuired to do things like drag a steamship over a mountain Everyone on the movie behaved appallingly Indeed when I look back over all the progressively insane and insatiable demands of the ERG and others during this sorry saga I think of the story of Herzog’s leading man Klaus Kinski who on the very day he arrived on set screamed “Not even my hairdresser is allowed to touch my hair” And things went downhill from there One of the crew was bitten by a snake and sawed off his own foot Some of the extras offered to kill Kinski Herzog talked them out of it on the basis that the film wouldn’t be finished

eBook Conuest of the Useless Reflections from the Making of Fitzcarraldo

Conuest of the Useless Reflections from the Making of FitzcarraldoS about crew and cast including Herzog’s lead the somewhat demented internationally renowned star Klaus Kinski and breathtaking insights into the filmmaking process that are uniuely Werner Herzog Conuest of the Useless is an eye opening look into the mind of a cinematic maste But in the film the geography has to be visible two rivers that almost touch with only a mountain ridge between them over which the ship has to be hauled Without that understanding the point of the story is lost says HerzogIn the jungle things can go wrong and everything that could go wrong did in Herzog's case And people kept asking him why can't we ditch the scene with the ship or fake it at least And he replies because there is a metaphor there without this metaphor there is no film So what is the metaphor they asked him I don't know I can't express it with words but it is there And it is important he repliedIn my opinion the metaphor of the ship being hauled over the ridge is open it is all inclusive that's why it is all important The metaphor has become in itself art It can become anything at all in each person's mind Whether you think it is about madness human endurance humanity mortality vanity colonialism the conuest of the useless the burden of dreams you would be correct In a very introspective moment I thought it was about the divide between conscious and unconscious mind and you know what maybe I was right maybe I wasn't not important The metaphor is there for all to carry around inside them If the fleshed out metaphor was faked it would have lost its power I have a feeling that in this movie Herzog has blended performance art with movie and they coexist symbiotically All that is to be reported is this I took part Leaving my musings aside this book the diary Herzog kept while shooting the film is not about the film You will not find descriptions of how he did what and why It is a diary of everything else that happens while they shoot this film And you are left to wonder how the hell did they finish shooting it with literally everything going awry In the face of the obscene explicit malice of the jungle which lacks only dinosaurs as punctuation I feel like a half finished poorly expressed sentence in a cheap novel It is also a diary of Herzog's astute observation of landscapes and innerscapes Funny and vaguely dreamlike Once despite all my attempts at fending it off a shuddering sense creeps into me of being trapped in the stanza of a strange poem and it shakes me so violently that I glance around superstitiously to see whether anyone is watching me Does the monkey dream my dreams in the branches above me I ordered a beer and my voice sounded altered like the voice of a parrot imitating operatic arias The sun sank in an angry blaze For a moment and for the only time I think I can remember the earth struck me as motherly covered with a decaying forest that seemed positively humble A large brown moth was boring into the smooth concrete floor as if it wanted to go down into the earth and beating its wings so violently that the wooden sound it created blended with the electrical hissing and crackling of a dying fluorescent bulb overhead like a symphony from the depths of a ghastly universe a universe readying itself for the final harvest You would expect a colonialism in his approach but there is none It struck me at how authentic his reactions and his relationship with the jungle became The jungle existing exclusively in the present is certainly subject to time but remains forever ageless Any concept of justice would be antithetical to all this But is there justice in the desert either Or in the oceans And in the depths Life in the sea must be pure hell an infinite hell of constant and ever present danger so unbearable that in the course of evolution some species—including Homo sapiens—crawled fled onto some clods of firm land the future continents I looked around and there was the jungle manifesting the same seething hatred wrathful and steaming while the river flowed by in majestic indifference and scornful condescension ignoring everything the plight of man the burden of dreams and the torments of time A declaration I feel I should make is that I am a big fan of Werner Herzog I like his good stuff and I also celebrate his failures There is meaning in them Or I find it The same with Cronenberg