Aguirre, des Zorn Gottes.
In a film shot through with swivel-eyed lunacy, Klaus Kinski demonstrates that he is
the master of the genre. Unfortunately the PVR got bored with five minutes left on the clock, so the last I saw of it was Aguirre proclaiming to a bemused monkey how he was going to marry his daughter and conquer Trinidad, Mexico and one or two other planets he'd noticed on the way
Now I'll have to get the DVD...