So many undeniable riches here, so much room for pacified awe, that I don't really feel compelled to dwell on faults (primarily based in evanescent wishywashyness). Also: after being so resolutely embarrassed for our fearless Bavarian foot soldier in the wake of his terrible webosphere doc, this is obviously a real treat. My favourite Herzog since Encounters at the End of the World, upon which it doubles back.
