Take David Lynch in your hands - feel his clammy dampness, the heaviness of the wet Lynch across your palms. Now wring him - WRING out the BULLshit. Twist your wrists in opposite directions - HARD.
Now look in your hands....you're holding a fresh Werner Herzog!
I think Bad Lieutenant could be like Sweeney Todd, a legend that mutates in the hands of popular culture. Keep on making them different actors, different directors.
Any flaws the Herzog might've had were invisble to me. Invisible to me. It is wunderbar owing to its committment to retelling the story samepicture/differentframe.
I friggin' love the Ferrera version, too - don't get me wrong.
Why superbeing? Besides Aguirre?
Paraphrased from Wikipedia: "On January 26, 2006, insufferable tosser Joaquin Phoenix was in a car accident in Hollywood on a winding canyon road that flipped over his car. The crash reportedly was caused by brake failure. Shaken and confused, Phoenix heard a tapping on his window and a voice say, "Just relax." Unable to see the man, Phoenix replied, "I'm fine. I am relaxed." The man replied, "No, you're not." At this point, Phoenix managed to see that the man was famed, eccentric German auteur Werner Herzog. After helping Phoenix out of the wreckage, Herzog phoned in an ambulance and vanished."