Okay, so itโs really, really depressing, but Werner Herzogโs Stroszek is one of the best films ever made. And a lot of that has to do with the music. IAN CURTIS HUNG himself straight after watching Stroszek, a movie thatโs so utterly numbing in its portrayal of the disintegration of the hopes and dreams of its hero that it makes the Joy Division singerโs lyrics of deject hopelessness sound almost fanciful. And yet to me, thereโs something warm and reassuring about the film. So great is Stroszek that, over time, Iโve repeatedly dipped into the bulging filmography of writer/director Werner Herzog, in the hope of finding another film as complete and as perfect. What was I thinking? Of course itโs one-of-a-kind! The vast majority of Herzogโs other films of the 1970s are disappointing in various ways: while they clearly take a dim view of humanity, unlike Stroszek they lack heart, and too often they obscure the point with needless obfuscation, making for pretentious and ultimately boring art films. Try sitting through Even Dwarfs Started Small (which only features little people, on a rampage against something-or-other) or Heart Of Glass (in which the whole cast are hypnotised, and predictably, act like zombies) without feeling like youโve been robbed of your precious life force. And then there are the megalomaniac jungle epics that made Herzog infamous, Aquirre, The Wrath Of God, and Fitzcarraldo. (Les Blankโs documentary about the making of that film, Burden Of Dreams, is way more entertaining than the film its about). Itโs not that Werner Herzogโs films donโt have merit, however. For all their โ and his โ flaws, Herzog is a fascinating character precisely because heโs a waywardly individualistic intellectual auteur โ one who is interested in the psychogeography of human behaviour. You donโt get that a lot in the compromised world of cinema. Stroszek, though, is a film with few flaws, and its documentary-style telling of the story of one of lifeโs underdogs gets its power partly from its simplicity. Herzog chose a real-life underdog for the main role, a man who had been beaten to within an inch of his life as a baby by his prostitute mother, rejected, and grew up in institutions that considered him brain-damaged. Bruno S, who starred in two of Herzogโs movies before going back to an itinerant life in Germany, canโt act to save himself, but thatโs the point. Bruno is always just Bruno. In Stroszek, he plays a character very similar to himself, a hopeless underdog who tries to protect a prostitute from some criminal bullies. When the prostitute, Eva, is repeatedly beaten up, and Brunoโs lodgings are trashed, they travel with a friend to start a new life in America, land of milk and honey and endless opportunity. Except itโs not New York or LA, but freezing cold Wisconsin, a barren landscape where their support network consists of their elderly friendโs moronic mechanic uncle, and his American Indian assistant. Their piece of the American dream is a mobile home, but with an air of inevitability it all leads to a sticky conclusion, in which Eva runs off with some truckers, and Bruno and his dilapidated old friend make a truly pathetic attempt to rob a bank. Itโs the last 15 minutes that plays out like no other film, and stays in the mind, niggling away like a rat biting off its own leg to get out of the trap. But weโll get to that in a minute. You see, the reason Iโm writing about Stroszek isnโt my attempt at a belated review of the movie, but to posit the opinion that one of the key โ make that essential โ ingredients of the film is the music Herzog chose to accompany the images. Surprisingly, this time he doesnโt utilise the talents of Popol Vuh, who were responsible for incredible soundtracks to many of his films. Instead, heโs done a Kenneth Anger/Quentin Tarantino, and at judicious moments he drops in the most exquisite, perfectly apt songs. Much of the film is without any score whatsoever, but when a song is used, itโs used with killer instinct for maximum emotional impact. Whatโs more, the specific emotional gravity of the songs sometimes even work in contrast against whatโs happening in the movie. For instance, Chet Atkinsโ easy listening guitar-pickinโ instrumental version of โBy The Time I Get To Phoenixโ is used when the German trio first arrive in America with a genuine sense of hope, but later, when all is lost, the same tune is used again, bringing out the latent melancholy and hopelessness in the recording. (The second time itโs fused with โLast Thing On My Mindโ). The most unforgettable music performance here, however, is Sonny Terry and his harmonica and his whooping and hollering vocals. Again used repeatedly almost as a musical motif, the song can sound either elated or positively maniacal, depending on the section of the film it accompanies. [One of the best concerts I ever saw was Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee in the 1970s, and I saw McGhee, and interviewed him, in the 1980s, but despite this, I had no idea who was performing this piece for years after I first saw the film]. At the end of Stroszek, a fleeing Bruno abandons his burning truck at a depressing โRed Indianโ tourist stop, and enters an amusement gallery where real animals toil for laughs when dimes are inserted in the machinery. The dancing chicken (amongst other animals) is one of those images you simply canโt erase from the memory, and the way Herzog achieves an incredible pitch of emotional gravity through the enforced chicken dance, and the amusement galleryโs musical monotony overlaid with Sonny Terryโs whooping and hollering, is nothing short of genius. If only Ian Curtis hadnโt taken this movie, and this scene in particular, at face value. Sure, the message is bleak, and the film navigates its chosen territory unflinchingly, and that is depressing. But thatโs what art does โ it interrogates the interior, the map of the human heart. The picture isnโt pretty, but at least knowing about something is the next best step to doing something about it. John Waters recently talked about how โoutsider artโ had entered the mainstream, making the whole point of being an outsider irrelevant. If anything, Stroszek is a plea to care for societyโs outsiders and outcasts; a rumination on circumstance and society and how hard it is, when youโre on the bottom of the ladder, to get any kind of foot-hold. Itโs a deeply humanistic film, and it should be part of every school curriculum. GARY STEEL
This film is a killer
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Yep it is hanged but it doesn’t ring like hung and JL knew that.
SB used hung in his first volkner yarn (SST Sunday Mag) so you are in good company.
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