Nearly every Werner Herzog movie has at least one Holy Crap moment, and the filmmaker’s gripping new death row documentary Into the Abyss, opening today in select theaters, is no exception. Interviewing Texan triple-murderer Michael Perry, a former executioner, and members of the victims’ families, Herzog elicits shattering revelations from each subject.
One teenager lived in the trunk of a car. A grieving drug offender got arrested en route to his brother’s funeral. The unnerving revelations speak to Herzog’s gift for getting to the dark heart of the matter, given that he operated under extreme time constraints. “I did not meet anyone in the film for more than one hour in my entire life,” Herzog tells Fast Company. “The man who was stabbed through his chest with a screwdriver, I had maybe half an hour. That was that.”
Into the Abyss, opening Friday, represents the latest in a stream of scripted features, non-fiction films, and TV shorts that address an astonishing range of subjects. Unlike most Hollywood directors who devote two or three years to a single movie, this German-born auteur churns out edgy, well-crafted projects–57 and counting–with relentless efficiency. It’s hardly because he takes the path of least resistance.
Herzog moved to a remote Bavarian village at the age of three after his neighbor’s house was bombed by Allied planes, and he’s been thriving on adversity ever since. His urge to capture “ecstatic truth” continues to fuel a body of work informed by obsessive characters, grueling quests, and hair-raising locations. To make the 1982 disaster-fest Fitzcarraldo, Herzog spent months in the Amazon jungle fighting bugs, money-drained producers, and tantrum-throwing star Klaus Kinski, too. For a scene in which local people were supposed to carry a 320-ton steamship over a mountain, he hired locals to … carry a a 320-ton steamship over a mountain.
How does he pick his subject matter? “I always do whatever is coming most wildly at me,” Herzog says. “It’s kind of like having burglars in your house. You wake up at 3 in the morning and there’s uninvited guests, and you better deal with the one that comes swinging at you.”
Case in point: After reading a New Yorker article about pre-historic drawings discovered in French caves, Herzog devised special 3-D cameras, then coaxed rare access to the Chauvet caves from cautious officials, lowered himself through a 10-foot drop into the cavern, and came out the other end with jaw-dropping images of 20,000-year-old drawings featured in last year’s Cave of Forgotten Dreams.
For Grizzly Man, Herzog transformed 85 hours of camcorder footage recorded by wilderness lover Timothy Treadwell into a disturbing man-versus-nature rumination. The 2005 documentary culminates when Herzog films himself listening through headphones to audio recordings of Treadwell and his companion as they get devoured by bears.
“Into the Abyss could have been the right title for each of these films,” Herzog says. “In all three cases, I’m trying to look deeply into the recesses of the human soul.”
Herzog’s readiness to go deep extends to his scripted dramas, which routinely attract some of Hollywood’s most intense actors. Nic Cage delivered an out-of-orbit performance as a coked-up detective in The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call–New Orleans. Christian Bale lost 60 pounds and roughed it in the Thailand rainforest to play an emaciated POW in Breaking Dawn. For Herzog’s true-crime thriller My Son, My So, What Have Ye Done? Oscar-nominated Michael Shannon (Revolutionary Road) portrayed a character who slays his mother with a sword.
None of these movies made much money, but Herzog, who often functions as writer, producer, narrator, cinematographer, music supervisor, and editor on his films, has figured out how to bypass the “you’re only as good as your last hit” box office mentality that drives most studio-centric filmmaking.
“I’m never afraid to follow my vision,” he says. “I just keep plowing on as good as I can. Sometimes it’s been difficult, but I’m not in the culture of complaint.”
That might be putting it mildly. When Herzog was shot by a lunatic air-rifle sniper during an outdoor Q and A with the BBC, the auteur calmly went inside his house and continued the interview. Pulling up his shirt to reveal the red welt on his stomach where the pellet had lodged, he cheerfully told the stunned reporter, “It’s not a significant bullet.”
Herzog, who lives in Los Angeles with his wife Lena (he’s been married twice before), says, “You can’t learn to do what I do in film school, that much I know. Intense experiences in life, reading a lot, traveling on foot–that probably teaches you more than any school could.”
At 69, Herzog remains restless, rattling off acting gigs, TV documentaries, and his own Rogue Film School as immediate priorities. Curiously, one subject fails to strike much of a chord for Herzog. “I don’t want to examine myself,” he says. “I’m not into self-scrutiny.”
[Images, video: courtesy IFC Films]