”I am the great traitor. There must be no other.”
A despicable tale of despicable men let loose in a despicable jungle as they slowly drift towards their inevitable demise, Aguirre, the Wrath of God is as much a repudiation of the evils of colonialism as it is a darkly comic examination of hollow futility of man’s hubris. Werner Herzog is certainly no stranger to stories about addled and deranged men and their mangled lives, such stories comprising a notable…