On this book about Charles Hoy Fort, that I was lent by a local sci-fi author.

Quite talky at times, wandering around the subject, which is, a sad lonely poor writer, who was either a fool squandering his life in libraries, or a hero in service of his High Work against the technology-science-complex.

A Marx, or a Barthes, much before his time.

Treatment in Bennett can be wordy, as I said. I’ll put up with that. I’m wordy myself.

This movie is an exercise in Verfremdungseffekt, and to dig it, you need to engage your added layer of interpretation.

Or, you can just dig the Star, Kinski, in every image. His face. His voice (out of synch, at times). His posture.

There are loads of awe-inspiring anecdotes about the film. I need to consume Kinski’s autobiography “Ich Brauche Liebe”.

You need some snacks to see this movie. And subtitles. Without them, you need some more interpretative skills. And imagination.