Werner Herzog, 2009
plot synopsis: Terence McDonagh is a drug- and gambling-addled detective in post-Katrina New Orleans investigating the killing of five Senegalese immigrants.
I don’t really know where to start with this review. This movie is INSANE. Crooked cops? Check. Hooker with a heart of gold? Check. Coke, Heroin, Weed, etc.? Check. Iguanas and dancing souls? CHECK and CHECK. Clearly, there’s no way to try to explain the film; it’s practically an exercise in excess, like Herzog wanted to see how far he could go to try and make people hate his movie; the acting here ranges from fucking terrible to SO fucking terrible that it actually comes all the way around again and becomes one of my favorite performances of the year (Cage, who else?). Just see it. I feel this whole review is just one big ramble because I’m still trying to process the past two hours.
have you seen the original? The dancing soul part was absolutely insane.