Into the Abyss: A
Tale of Death, A Tale of Life
Written and Directed
By: Werner Herzog
Featuring: Michael
Perry, Jason Burkett
Director of Photography: Peter Zeitlinger, Editor: Joe Bini;
Music: Mark Degli Antoni
Rated: PG-13 for
thematic material and a few shocking images.
In an
interview earlier this year, Werner Herzog mentioned that almost every film he
has ever directed could have been called Into
the Abyss. The abyss in Mr. Herzog’s filmography has been both one directed
by the physical landscapes his characters often inhabit, but often more the
psychological torment they go through while on these journeys. Is it Fitcarraldo’s
own madness that drives him to carry the boat over the mountain, or the jungle
that commands him? Is Timothy Treadwell simply insane, or does the isolation push him over the edge? And what of that penguin, walking toward certain death alone in Antarctica? Especially as a documentarian, Mr. Herzog has often found the most unique subjects and,
through his own philosophical inquiries, transforms what is not just a
re-telling of stories but a piercing look into human’s most fundamental
emotions.
And so, for
his film actually titled Into the Abyss,
Mr. Herzog has chosen what actually seems like a subject not to his tastes: a
story of a Texas Death Row Inmate, his partner serving a life sentence, and the
crimes they committed. Mr. Herzog has never been a political figure, and the
issue of the death penalty is one that doesn’t interest him. And Into the Abyss: A Tale of Death, A Tale of
Life is in many ways his least Herzogian feature, as the director restrains
himself occasionally to simply tell a tale not too different to In Cold Blood.
The decision
to not go full caricature mode in both Mr. Herzog’s greatest strength and
weakness. In his last film, the cave painting journey Cave of Forgotten Dreams, Mr. Herzog’s narration and total self-parody overshadowed his characters as he searched for unique odd balls. There’s no
narration on nature or death in Into the
Abyss; instead, the context is introduced through short but simple blocks of
text on the screen. Mr. Herzog tells the story of two convicts, Michael Perry
and Jason Burkett. It’s July 2010, and Mr. Perry is only days away from
becoming the latest inmate to walk to the gurney for execution. Mr. Burkett has
received a life sentence.
Mr. Herzog
slowly fills in the details of their three murders—a mother killed while baking
cookies for a stolen vehicle. Needing a code back into the gated
community, her son and his friend were slain as well. There are disputed points
in their case—each claims the other responsible, and only Mr. Perry is now
facing Texas’s ultimate punishment—but this is not Mr. Herzog doing The Thin Blue Line. Instead, he tracks
the psychology of those in the community: the priest who prays with each man at
the gurney, the daughter whose family has been ripped apart, the lawyer who
fell in love with the inmate.
Into the Abyss is a great showcase of
what Mr. Herzog brings to the documentary form, specifically considering this
subject has been done by other giants in the form. Featuring the footage from
the scene of the crimes, he drains the sound in favor of the film’s ominous
score. When he’s allowed to see the infamous stolen car, his interest piques at
a story involving a tree that rooted itself inside the car. And during his
interviews, he’ll often let the camera just sit on the faces for minutes in
silence, just to observe their faces. You can sometime see that he’s limited by his subject—his
interview with a former death row warden includes a question about the oddest
requests, and you kind of get dejected with Mr. Herzog when the best answer is
only marijuana.
However,
this is in many ways Mr. Herzog’s most serious portrayal of human life, as he restrains himself from truly any oddball stories and leaves himself
mostly out of the picture. There’s nothing truly revelatory about human nature
in the way some of Mr. Herzog’s most bold pictures leave you shaking to your
core, but the small observations about how people observe the fragility of life
slowly add up like a steam becoming a waterfall. The overall picture of serenity
in the wake before and after violence is something to marvel at; there’s no
cries for justice, no screams of anguish, just the silence that fills the
echoes of the plains of Texas, as death passes through the veins of one man.
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