Theatre of Thought

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The 80-year-old German director narrates his very personal journey into the human brain with his own deep, laborious and distinctive voice. Despite talking to an array of approximately 20 scientists, almost all of them based in the US, it is the commentary and the questions raised by Herzog that prevail, and provide the backbone to this very formal documentary. Don’t expect an inventive and provocative piece of filmmaking. Theatre of Thought is a highly unimaginative film (oh, the sweet irony!)

Herzog has firmly moved away from auteur territory into far more conventional, journalistic documentary area. His previous docs had a punch-in-the-face factor, particularly Grizzly Man (2005, about a bear-enthusiast-turned-bear-food) and Into the Abyss (2011, about a death row inmate about to be executed), leaving viewers feeling disoriented and questioning their most dear values and principles. Theatre of Thought consists of a collage of talking heads interviews (about two thirds of the movie) with the director’s philosophical and epistemological ramblings about the nature of life, death and the human brain. It is neither particularly distinctive nor impactful.

The director remains behind the camera virtually the entire film (except for one brief moment). He often talks over his interviewees in voice-over format, particularly when they get very technical. He jokes about being clueless when an engineer gives him a very basic lesson of quantum mechanics. He asks a smell expert to talk about music instead, before providing the man with his own theory of everything. He tries to get a little technical, a little humorous and even a little poetic, but he never entirely succeeds at any of these. He interviews a scientist inside the projection room of a San Francisco cinema that has his picture hanging in the foyer, trying to draw some clunky comparison between the seventh art and our brain’s ability to store information. He questions whether brain scanners will eventually anticipate what his next film will be before he has even conceived it. At times, the jokes and the considerations are shallow and puerile. He wonders whether fish see the plants in front of them in white. No idea where such profound reflection came from.

The camera often captures extensive moments of awkward silence either immediately after or immediately before interviewees begin to speak. This is an interesting device used in order to elicit spontaneous reactions from interviewees, something Herzog has done before in many of his films (particularly seven years ago in Lo and Behold, also a movie about the strange relationship between technology and behaviour)

Aesthetically, Theatre of Thought is a very austere movie. There are no special effects, no glitzy gimmicks, no clever montages. Even the b-roll (pictures used in order to illustrate what interviewees say) are basic images that the director captured during the interaction (such as the interviewee pointing to something in his own computer). There are some very strange jump cuts mid-interview.

Despite its didactic tone, Theatre of Thought offers viewers no major takeaway. This is a not a highly educational movie. There are some interesting insights into brain-operated prosthetics, and the director does raise some pertinent questions about ethics and negative rights towards the end of the film, but that’s about it. There’s nothing particularly novel and groundbreaking, plus the narrative isn’t well structured. Neither a movie that will stay with you for a long time nor one that will add much to the German filmmaker’s impressive cinematography.

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Family Romance, LLC.

Behind Herzog’s Homeric body of work, many of his films are tied by a singular, solid theme. It’s family. This tale brings it one step closer, by opening on a young girl accosted by man claiming to be her father. She stares pensively, apprehensively and curiously, trying to connect this man’s face to the parent who left her at a very young age.

But of course he isn’t. He works for Family Romance LLC, an agency that hires actors to pose as surrogate fathers. He’s been instructed to twitch his eyes, a habit his subject practised continuously, as he brings Mahiro (Tanimoto Mahiro) on a shared boat ride. And this is where the interesting dichotomy comes in.

Though entirely based on a lie, Herzog films the dialogue with as much truth as he can. There, he and his camera find meaning, choice and actions behind the supposed father and daughter activities. With these two as our guides, we see a Japanese commune cherishing their daily activities. It’s a glorious travelogue, heralded by two unlikely people.

It’s less Wrath of God (1972) as it is Wrath of Father.Our lead finds himself more and more comfortable in his position of parental liar. Yet he too falls under his duplicitous weight. In one of the film’s more revealing moments, he confides to an unhappy wife about the weight of his uncontrollable burden. She leaves, he pines and the camera turns to a display of statued foxes, each one looking evasively at the camera. The film’s tonal message is one of spirited reasoning: Those who live, lie. Those who stand back, judge.

Much more impressive than the characters are the visuals. Between scenes, the film focuses on the exquisite Japanese landscapes, as helicopter shots and wide angles decorate the beauteous countryside. Where there’s purity, there’s foul-play, not least when Mahiro convinces her “father” to bring a young girl she’s just met for a walk. Taking pity on the bullied child, the pair bring her on a stroll through the park. The child’s parents? What is a parent, anyway?

He brings both girls to a multistory building, bonding to their particular needs. When Mahiro asks him for a hug, he takes his eye off the little girl hanging from a glass window. In one endangered shot, he’s proven why he shouldn’t be a father by anyone’s definition of the word.

Yet there’s love. He hugs Mahiro, starved of affection, when she asks him too. He speaks to the birds, as anyone who loves the feathered animals would. And his intentions, more than ambitions, are at least in the right place. Through the film he seeks for truth, finding it in the eyes of a girl. Herzog’s family might be dysfunctional, but they’re never anything less than charming.

Parallel to the main plot, various subplots address peculiar “hire” family members/ stand-ins.

Family Romance, LLC. is out on VoD on Friday, July 3rd.

Meeting Gorbachev

Werner Herzog opens up his heart to the former Soviet leader: “I love you”. It’s not often that you get to see the kind and affable side of the enfant terrible of German cinema, more widely recognised for his raw and bleak tone. He goes on to explain that his love and gratitude are due to Gorbachev’s role in the reunification of Germany. Then his provocative streak surfaces: “You probably thought the first German you met wanted to kill you”, in reference to WW2 grudges. The avuncular Gorbachev, however, dismisses the claim: “The first German I met was my neighbour, and I have very fond memories of him”. Gorbachev speaks in his native Russian language. Herzog speaks in English. Perhaps the Teutonic tongue doesn’t bring good memories, despite Gorbachev’s insistence that the two nations have since become good friends.

Herzog’s interview with Gorbachev is friendly and relaxed, despite touching on some very difficult topics and open wounds. The conversations are interspersed with archive footage portraying the most significant moments of Gorbachev’s admirable career. Herzog’s admiration for the octogenarian is very real and palpable, making this an unusually and unabashedly romanticised film. This filmic portrayal of Gorbachev is treacly, doused in saccharine. (unlike the sugar-free and diabetic-friendly chocolate cake that Herzog gives him for his 87th birthday).

We learn that Gorbachev was a skilled politician in touch with the working class from a very young age. In the 1960s, he visited peasants in the countryside and helped to implement new shearing mechanisms. This was a far cry from Soviet leaders such as Stalin and Brezhnev, who never mingled with the people and instead preferred to keep a distance, concocting a stern and formidable image. There were other differences. Gorbachev was eloquent and magnanimous. Never before had a Soviet leader circulated so smoothly in West. He was the new face of communism: transparent, democratic and with a profound respect for state of law. He was friendly with both Reagan and Thatcher, who did not conceal their admiration for the Soviet leader.

Meeting Gorbachev is a history class about the Cold War, nuclear disarmament and the demise of the USSR. We watch Reagan and Gorbachev meet during the Reykjavík Summit of 1986, and witness the handshake that helped to rewrite world history and likely avert an eventual nuclear war. We also learn that onus of the destruction of Soviet Union (and the consequent unleashing of unfettered capitalism and neoliberalism) lies with Yeltsin rather than Gorbachev. Tanks and shock doctrine ensured that the communist era came to an end. Russia was electroshocked into a new order.

There were two very painful deaths in the life of Gorbachev: the USSR in 1991 and his lifelong partner Raisa in 1999. He nearly breaks down when asked about them. His face is contorted with pain, a tear about to fall. But he holds himself together in silence. He dreamt of a united USSR and Europe, but sadly such marriage never came to fruition.

Overall, this is an auspicious and effective documentary about a fascinating human being. But as with any highly romanticised movie, it has a few flaws. Meeting Gorbachev quickly mentions in passing that many Russians perceive Gorbachev as a traitor, but it fails to analyse this in more detail. It almost entirely ignores that the fact Gorbachev does not enjoy as much popularity in his home country as he does abroad. It also fails to question: was Gorbachev naive in trusting Reagan and Thatcher? And what about Pope John Paul II, who is often credited with playing a pivotal role in the demise of the USSR? The pontiff is strangely absent from the movie.

Meeting Gorbachev premiered at the Cambridge Film Festival, which took place between October 17th and 24th. It is out in cinemas across the UK on Friday, November 8th. On VoD on Monday, December 2nd.