Watching Werner Herzog's documentary, "Encounters at the End of the World."
Not a movie about "fluffy penguins," Werner esplores the characters that have chosen to live, work, and study in the South Pole.
Breathtakingly beautiful, the film has the underlying theme that we (as well as a few disoriented penguins) are on a futile journey to learn about the Earth fully until the Earth "regulates" us into nonexistence.
It's pretty awesome. It's very Herzogian. It's very cold looking. It makes you worried about global warming.
And I don't understand why the one woman's bar show at the base camp is to put herself in a duffel bag and scoot around the stage.
Such is life in a Herzog documentary I guess.