is it strange that i was disappointed by the lack of utter disaster/failure at the end of fitzcarraldo? is it odd that my first impression of the end was not reality, but rather kinski’s dream before his oncoming, impending death? and then i realized that, no, this was a herzog film where a glimpse of this wide-eyed (crazy-eyed) dreamer’s dream came true. i was shocked, i tell you.
