Director: Werner Herzog
Year: 2007
I really enjoyed this film as a way to unwind. Listening to Herzog narrate is like listening to your father read you a bed time story when you were a kid, or my wife running her fingers through my hair as I drift asleep on the couch. I just soak in his random way of following whatever catches his interest, philosophising always on the smallness of man in the giant universe, and the incredible odds stacked against us which must someday lead to our doom. Yet Herzog doesn't depress me. He lifts my spirit in a way that quiet meditation does. I think it is good for us to realize now and then how small and how helpless we are in the violent, powerful, mystifying, and infinite universe. It is good for us because it makes you cherish the magic of the fact that we even exist at all.
That said, its a sloppy little documentary, and highly personal. It's like the film is a page from Herzog's private journal of musings. It will either touch you or completely bore you. Or maybe alternate between the two.