Addressing criticism he has faced for, as he puts it, “intensifying” his documentaries with embellishments and a certain amount of fabrication, Herzog says, ”I want the audience with me in wild fantasies, in something that illuminates them. You see, if I were only fact-based, you see…the book of books in literature then would be the Manhattan phone directory. Four million entries, everything correct. But it dusts out of my ears, and I do not know, ‘Do they dream at night? Does Mr. Jonathan Smith cry in his pillow at night?’ We do not know anything when we check all the correct entries in the phone directory. I’m not this kind of a film maker.”
As Colbert says just as the camera stops rolling, “Lovely.” I can’t imagine a more eloquent advertisement for Herzog’s new documentary, Cave of Forgotten Dreams.