love letter to werner

dear werner herzog,

i love you, in more ways than i can articulate and finally getting the chance to watch bad lieutenant: port of call new orleans, my love has been pushed to unhealthy limits. in fact, i loved it so much i'm willing to overlook the terrible and (somewhat) misleading title, but we won't get into that.

more importantly, how were you able to elicit the best performance by nicholas cage since leaving las vegas? mr. cage's portrayal of lieutenant terrance macdonagh is hypnotizing; he makes an enduring case for watching the shit heap he builds throughout the film, pile higher and higher. lieutenant macdonagh's shit storm is discomforting, yet entertaining and without a doubt, thrilling.

i'm going to tell everyone, even if you're not into brilliant subtle nuances and commentary on the american justice system, this is a genius detective story that just doesn't stop giving. it's like christmas but a christmas fueled by cocaine, guns and terrible decisions.

ok. i'll stop swooing.

love always,
charity dawn

and now, behold the amazing: