Herzog knew this day would come. Our human minds are visual and scream out for potent images to edify and calm that part of ourselves which no longer looks on a purely survival imperative. It is important I think. But thanks to ouyr wonderous computer machines every image is now suspect, impotent, and useless. No subtext anymore, no low end animal throb for our hungry rods and cones. All are Photosoaped. There is no band.