Le phénomène optique de Fata Morgana est une combinaison de mirages, due à la superposition de plusieurs couches d'air chaud et d'air froid. Nous en voyons quelques-unes, mais Herzog s'attache surtout à superposer des registres hétérogènes d'images, de textes et de musiques, illustrant l'étrangeté d'une humanité pleine de contradictions. De belles images, mais l'exercice tourne parfois à l'abstrait répétitif... (3,5)
Usually I appreciate Herzog's works. But this film is too (pseudo-)amateurish in many respects. Some good visual sequences and the irony of the third part don't compensate for the strange and somewhat incompatible choice of pre-existing music (Herzog has done much better in "Lessons of Darkness"), the poor sound quality, the awfull first narrators and the badly improvised sequences.
View from a car window with beautiful music in the background and Popol Vuh. The fact that all these components are connected in rather random way was bit annoying at the beginning, but after a while it gets hypnotic. At one point it was like Fitzcarraldo wandering though desert on camel's back.
This is lean, not-mean Kerzog. Told in three parts, the first is unsullied footage of the Sahara with voice over about Mayan creation myths. The other two parts are more modern day aspects of Saharan life with some "Paradise" tect thrown in. It's at times beautiful and ugly and less Herzogian thatn I was expecting. Needs more bears and existential dread. But Herzog might be Indiana Jones, not sure yet.