It seems likely the actual Kaspar Hauser was simply a pathological liar, but Herzog is more interested in the idea of someone like Hauser rather than a literal biography of his life. Someone who is strange and innocent, raised completely separate from the rest of the world, and then suddenly confronted with modern society. An excellent film, with a suitably strange performance from Bruno Schleinstein.
Une enigme non résolue mais une narration qui ne cesse de la rendre problématique. C'est un film qui restitue toute l'ambiguïté des "enfants sauvages". L'éducation ici n'est qu'une "chute" remettant en cause toutes nos idées reçus comme celles des séminaristes demandant à Kaspar Hauser s'il dispose d'une "idée innée de Dieu"...
Deceptively gentle upon first appearance, but it seems angrier each time I view it. A howl against man's civilising impulses, transfigured into a lyrical ballad. Most remarkable is the fact that Herzog can play Pachebel's over a shot of a field of rye blowing the wind and it not feel trite or kitsch, but simultaneously terrifyingly blank/other and as ecstatically beautiful as a mirage.
Watching a few of the Herzog films here, I remember how his films acclimate me over time. It does not happen over the course of one film, particularly with his earlier features (there is a different logic to his documentaries; their pleasure and humor tend to be more direct). Eventually, though, I can see them as hilarious and devastating kinetic canvases. This film is a prime example of that tuning process.