Fata Morgana (1971)
Fata Morgana (1971)
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As part of Herzorgs experimental artistic works it's a visual treat. For anybody not interested in suh things it's a bore. The film has endless tracking shots of desolate landscapes accompanied by a bizarre voice over detailing a fantasy world. Some men discuss animals and so forth. Some of the images are very striking and the overall feel is that of a dream, weird pieces strung together and open to interpretation. Alternatively you can brush it off as just darn weird.
Werner Herzog's "Fata Morgana" (another term for "mirage") is almost review-proof. I have little worthwhile to say about this experimental film, beyond noting it may be the only movie I've seen which could comfortably sit on a double bill with Godfrey Reggio's "Koyaaniqatsi." (Well, OK, not counting Reggio's other films.)
Perhaps I should settle for being descriptive. "Fata Morgana" is a documentary of sorts, divided into three sections translated as "Creation," "Paradise" and "The Golden Age." The footage was mostly shot in the deserts of Africa, and is accompanied with narration that often has nothing direct to do with the imagery. The camera is typically moving, and was reportedly positioned on top of a Volkswagen bus. The soundtrack ranges from classical to instrumental folk to three songs from Leonard Cohen's then-contemporary first album ("Fata Morgana" was shot in 1969, but released in 1971).
The film is unapologetically mysterious from the start, opening with several consecutive clips of planes landing on an airstrip. What? Primary sights of the first section include beaches, dunes, lakes, mountains, construction sites, palm trees, decaying carrion (not pleasant), oil refineries, primitive settlements, the remains of a wrecked plane and some native children. A female narrator recounts the Mayans' theory on the creation of the world, which centers on deities labeled Huracan, Cucumatz and the Mighty. Tales of man's divine creation and a punitive purging rain are intriguingly familiar.
The "Paradise" section boldly opens with the first people to speak on camera. Thirty-seven minutes into the film. A new narrator (Herzog himself?) describes the pleasures of a mythic utopia ("In Paradise, roasted pigeons fly directly into your mouth"), and the imagery becomes more focused on people and desert civilization. Westerners enter for the first time, and so does Cohen. An odd motif arises of folks holding unusual animals -- most prominently via someone in quirky sunglasses who talks about the monitor lizards he studies. Elsewhere, zoo turtles swim in an incongruously Arctic environment. Are you still with me?
The third, and shortest, section is especially strange. A third narrator speaks of the peaceful Golden Age, which is apparently the post-paradise state of things. The centerpiece here is footage of an oblivious musical duo (a female pianist, plus a man on drums and wordless vocals) rattling through haphazard, bossa nova-like ditties. The relevance is wholly unclear, but their function reminded me of the infamous dancing chicken which concludes Herzog's later "Stroszek." African choral music also appears. A clip of elderly tourists playfully climbing amidst holes in the sand may be the most random, bizarre sight of the whole film. A man plucks a ukulele-like instrument and has giggling fits as someone else ceremoniously reads a letter aloud. Hey, there's a camel. Back at the zoo, a man in scuba gear talks about the turtles. The crew shoots out the window as they fly away. It's an alien but beautiful landscape.
What have we learned?
"Fata Morgana" has some pretty scenery, but makes no solid point and often even fails to be evocative. My lasting impression is that Herzog shot a pile of film during a trip to Africa and, after the fact, cobbled together an excuse to turn it into a feature.
Herzog has very much evolved as a documentarian and it's his later work I prefer where he commentates himself. In this he lets the camera linger, capturing some beautiful shots, but we're told little about what we're seeing , and unlike his later documentaries the images don't always speak for themselves.
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