Werner Herzog
The Wild Blue Yonder

Seen in Milan in an almost surreal cinema. A very small, half-empty room, filled with a strange sensation of intimacy and empathy. There were 13 of us, including Lollo and me. A visionary film, difficult to digest.

Herzog has glued together pieces of already existing footage and added a quirky monologue by the exceptional Brad Dourif who, as usual, pierces the screen with his maniacal madman eyes. Throughout the film, anything that could be called rhythm is completely absent. The complex scientific theories mentioned in the film are impossible to understand (at least for someone like me who barely grasped Pythagoras' theorem).

The theory of chaotic transport is stunning. This film always evokes an alienating sensation for me, but more than a sensation, it would probably be more correct to speak of a sound: this is a film that leaves a hollow and unsettling sound inside you, the sound of the unknown deep space. And anyway, Chaotic Transport would be a great name for a band but, it seems, no one ever thought of it..
The image of the ice-covered sky pierced by our astronauts is melancholic and poetic.