rewritten in the same format as the book
werner herzog hates chickens. this is a fact. this is a constant theme throughout his films. it is clear to me that he hates chickens, and this is one of the reasons why he has always been my favorite film director. i too hate chickens. the first film i saw even dwarfs started small i knew i wanted to make films. i had only experienced this once before, when as a boy, i watched a wc fields movie marathon next to a dying man of emphysema. i cannot imagine what type of human being could come up with such an insane ideas. i cannot understand how these dwarfs could laugh so intensely throughout the film. after getting to know the great man, it is obvious where he gets his ideas. he gets him from a deep place where formal logic and academic thinking need not exist. he is purely pure artist and maniac, and there will never be another one like herzog. he has invented his own cinematic universe where out of chaos and detritus come moments of pure poetry and the deepest enlightenment. herzog’s influence cannot be denied. he is a true icon of cinema. he is a foot soldier. he is not a chicken.