Did anyone else catch that really entertaining piece about
Werner Herzog in last week's
New Yorker (yes, the
New Yorker)? I know Herzog is generally considered to be one of the great auteurs of European cinemah-blah-blah, but the guy just plain cracks me up. I mean, here's a guy who got
shot while doing press for
Grizzly Man, and when British journalist Mark Kermode suggested they skedaddle, Herzog insisted on finishing the interview, saying "It was not a significant bullet. I am not afraid." (You can catch the whole interview, shot and all,
here.) And this comes only two days after Herzog pulled
Joaquin Phoenix from the wreckage after the
Walk the Line star's car flipped over on a canyon road near Sunset. Simply put, the guy rocks. Hard. Not to mention the fact that Herr Herzog's currently at the top of his game: His recent documentary output, particularly
Grizzly Man and
The White Diamond, has been top-notch. Well according to the
New Yorker article, "How Werner Herzog Makes Movies," Herzog is now in the jungles of Thailand with
Christian Bale working on a feature-film version of Herzog's great 1997 documentary
Little Dieter Needs to Fly. Entitled
Rescue Down, it's about a German-American pilot's harrowing ordeal after being shot down over Laos during the Vietnam War, and from the sound of things, the production itself has turned into quite a quagmire. As the
New Yorker piece succinctly puts it, Herzog is caught between two groups of people: Those who came to the jungles thinking they were making a Werner Herzog film, and those who — like strip-club-owner-turned-producer Steve Marlton, whose Gibraltar Entertainment is also responsible for something called
Bottoms Up! with
Paris Hilton — thought they were getting something like
The Rundown, only starring Christian Bale instead of
The Rock. No one's getting paid, Herzog's ADs are quitting left and right, and the Hollywood crew is convinced that the director of
Aguirre, the Wrath of God and
Fitzcarraldo knows nothing about making movies and are reshooting scenes behind the master's back, often with disastrous results. It's all almost too good to be true: I can only hope that someone like
Les Blank, who shot the documentary
Burden of Dreams during the production of Herzog's beautiful folly
Fitzcarraldo, is getting it all down on tape.