i find herzog documentary work to be very uneven. fata morgana and a companion piece of sorts to lessons of darkness and lacks not only the harrowing spectacle but mostly the discerning eye of an author. it is by comparison amateur looking and aimless pans left and right across the desert the kind of which you would expect from any german tourist equipped with a handycam and the camera left running from the window of a car picking up all kinds of meaningless images and wire fences and derelict buildings and patches of dirt going through the lens in haphazard order and intercut with shots of sand dunes. at one point herzog encounters a group of starved cattle rotting away in the sand and yet the image is presented much like you and me would and perhaps worse and the camera peering hand held from one cattle to the next. for a documentary that attempts to be a visual feast and a hypnotic and surreal excursion in uncharted landscapes and it lacks the visual orchestration and conviction of a disciplined author. it all over the place and half hearted and tedious and mayan creation myths recited in voice over and then some other text herzog fancied for literature. it not until near the end that fata morgana jumps alive through a series of bizarre encounters. first with a man and a woman playing music in a room and the man singing in a distorted voice through a mic and both of them apathetic in their task. a man holding up a turtle. a group of old people trying to get out of some holes in the ground. other than that and this one seems to have very little of substance to offer or visual splendor to offer. 
i find herzog documentary work to be very uneven. fata morgana and a companion piece of sorts to lessons of darkness and lacks not only the harrowing spectacle but mostly the discerning eye of an author. it is by comparison amateur looking and aimless pans left and right across the desert the kind of which you would expect from any german tourist equipped with a handycam and the camera left running from the window of a car picking up all kinds of meaningless images and wire fences and derelict buildings and patches of dirt going through the lens in haphazard order and intercut with shots of sand dunes. at one point herzog encounters a group of starved cattle rotting away in the sand and yet the image is presented much like you and me would and perhaps worse and the camera peering hand held from one cattle to the next. for a documentary that attempts to be a visual feast and a hypnotic and surreal excursion in uncharted landscapes and it lacks the visual orchestration and conviction of a disciplined author. it all over the place and half hearted and tedious and mayan creation myths recited in voice over and then some other text herzog fancied for literature. it not until near the end that fata morgana jumps alive through a series of bizarre encounters. first with a man and a woman playing music in a room and the man singing in a distorted voice through a mic and both of them apathetic in their task. a man holding up a turtle. a group of old people trying to get out of some holes in the ground. other than that and this one seems to have very little of substance to offer or visual splendor to offer. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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