There is always at least one moment in any given Herzog film which strikes me with the force of revelation despite its apparent banality - here it was the pan up from the two dogs fighting. Bracingly ghoulish. In some ways more reminiscent of a Gregory Whitehead radio collage than other Herzog docs. It reverses his usual redemption of the ludicrous through following Zizek dictum of first as tragedy, then as farce.
A well-chosen still! Herzog gets as visionary as he can, despite not having a live main subject. The bagpiper in the castle ruins is eerie and nice. And green has never felt more green than in some of the nature scenes. It reminded me of F for Fake in some ways, since it looked at how people exist on the periphery of culture or the art world. Strangely comic and soothing.