Looking like a cross
between Klaus Kinski and Christopher Lloyd, a disheveled man (Brad Dourif)
stands in a junkyard filled with broken buildings peering into the camera.
He tells us that he is an alien from the Andromeda system who came to Earth
many years ago because his world had become an inhospitable ice field.
Now disheartened because his attempts at building a complex with government
buildings and shopping malls on Earth has failed, he tells us that “aliens
suck”, strange language indeed for an Andromedan. In an ironic twist, mankind
undertakes a space mission to his home planet to search for a new home
for Earthlings after a dangerous microbe is discovered in a captured Roswell
UFO.
Made originally for television,
Werner Herzog’s science fiction fantasy, The Wild Blue Yonder feels like
an in-joke that the viewer is not in on. The film mixes NASA footage from
a space mission in 1989, cinematography from an exploration under the frozen
waters of the Arctic, and mock interviews with scientists and mathematicians
Roger Diehl, Ted Sweetser, and Martin Lo that often make them seem like
objects of laughter. Separated into ten titled chapters, the film consists
of the alien ranting at the camera, astronauts doing chores, eating and
brushing their teeth, and explorers swimming under an Andromedan ocean
looking for intelligent jellyfish.
All of it is set to an
other worldly soundtrack performed by Ernst Reijseger, singer Mola Sylla,
and a five-voiced Sardinian choir that weaves a tapestry of radiance but
the film’s moments of brilliance are mixed with long stretches of flatness.
Ultimately, for all its spiritual pretensions, Herzog offers only a rationalist’s
point of view, emphasizing man’s isolation rather than his connectedness
and missing in the phrase of Deepak Chopra “the stillness at the heart
of creation, where the universe correlates all events”.