The Berliner Mauer in the heartland is a patch of land guarded by rival tractors with shotguns, there's little difference for the outcasts, the blunt degradation back home is here doled out "politely, with a smile." And yet there's genuinely beguiled affection from Herzog toward these oddball Americans and their ribald limericks and auctioning lingo, so much so that the story can't resist ending like a western, cowboy hat and barbershop robbery and all.
Fernando F. Croce
December 29, 2015