One of Herzog’s greatest works. An epic about what colonialism looks like when it infects the heart. Colonialism is of course deeply destructive, but at its basest, most internalized degree the desire to colonize is deeply sad and pathetic. To colonize is to destroy things that are different than yourself and to refuse senses of commonality. When we destroy the sacred understandings between each other we we have to face the humble truth of our own hubris. Drawing a line…
Gorgeously dark and spooky. Wardrobe, music, a lot of the aesthetic elements in this are perfectly on point. Initially I wasn’t thrilled with the last act, the girl’s turn on Sarah felt sudden and like it wasn’t in line with what had been building. But that is how betrayal feels to the person experiencing it. And also teenage friendships are messy, people can experience rage, and some relationships end without emotional closure. Feminism doesn’t always have to be about ~girl power~ and the world is better with complicated stories.