The last of a triple-bill of Werner Herzog 'documentary' films at the Cinemateque, this is his reflections on Klaus Kinski, the star of several of his best-known films, and a sort of demon-nature creature. Kinski's hyper state is reflected in footage of his performances (on stage, on- and 'off'-camera), in interviews and, especially, in the stories that Herzog tells both on-camera and in voice-over. Again, Herzog places himself as one of the dual circling suns at the centre of the film, around which all other elements swirl like a vortex; the two protagonists complement and contrast, each feeding off and into the other. No wonder their collaborations (such as 'Aguirre, Wrath of God' and 'Fitzcarraldo') are some of the most bizarre and hypnotic films yet made.
I wasn't going to stay for this film as the evening was getting late enough. However as I was preparing to leave the film started and I saw the first minute of footage: Kinski as Jesus, berating his audience with fire in his eyes and obscenities in his mouth. I was hooked and stayed to the end: a beautifully poetic, calm conclusion where the madman Kinski connects to and finds kindred in an Amazonian butterfly.
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