at McMurdo Station, a thousand-person settlement in Antarctica populated
by professional dreamers
Like much of Herzog's work, this film is about crazies and restless
pioneers in search of new horizons who are tempted to try to tame and
domesticate wild nature. The director is alienated when he finds a yoga
studio, a cash point, and a café selling Frosty Boy ice cream.
He prefers to see Antarctica as an endless void, an inhuman space.
Helped in no small degree by director of photography Peter Zeitlinger,
he offers image after image whose beauty is so strange as to seem
extra-terrestrial. Composer Henry Kaiser creates a sound design whose
eeriness is merely amplified by the sound of underwater seals and
Herzog's own idiosyncratic diction.
*(I did not write this review, I am merely passing it on)
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