Beautiful film about living and dying in perhaps the most symbolic way possible, on the last delta T before the pyroclastic flow.
Truly breathtaking visuals, a haunting series of stories, and all handled in a very restrained way be Herzog. He clearly started to wish he could have lived and died alongside them.
I could write a dissertation on the ways this film represents the death of art under capitalism. White savior narratives, no subtext, Shakespearean cliches, male gaze in fully unaware colonial force, horrendous racial coding that fetishizes the "exotic", it's got everything you hate to see.
George C Scott is like a Tim Robinson bit this entire movie.
