Let me count the ways.
First, I was a film nut. In 1972, My father took me to see Aguirre, the Wrath of God, when I was 14. I stumbled out of the smoked-filled Hollywood theater, suddenly projected out of puberty.
I never stopped following Werner, and in 2022 I discovered his latest opus, a memoir, recorded in English, and German. —It should’ve been up f…