The live-webcast series American Express Unstaged, which matches popular musical acts with high-profile film directors, has included such pairings as Gary Oldman with Jack White, Duran Duran with David Lynch and My Morning Jacket with Todd Haynes. But the most unexpected and insane pairing so far has to be new-wave pop band The Killers with none other than the Bavarian dystopian himself, Werner Herzog. I honestly never would have imagined this man taking on a project of this bracket without a set of terms that grant him the freedom and unabashed dominance that govern his film projects. One can only hope that his “Wagnerian” approach to cinema will be heavily implemented into his directing of this commercial venture – and should make for (hopefully) fairly entertaining results.
We at Pop Hunter have been imagining just how Herzog will govern the set and “work” (i.e. terrorize into “ecstatic truths” as he calls them) with the band members; will their earthly souls survive?
5 Directions Werner Herzog Will Give The Killers
1. “Listen to me, young man, you must live or end your LIFE with this project. Do you understand me? Otherwise you will be just a cow in a FIELD.” [hands Brandon Flowers Vergil’s the Georgics – original Latin text]
2. “This is all wrong. You are all wrong. I feel like I am watching the personification of stupidity and complete waste,” he declares via megaphone, as lighting rigs are being positioned.
3. As they begin their first song, he begins to shout, “Stop! Stop! Please. I beg of you. I cannot feel the deeper strata of truth shining through this performance. In the name of artistic virtue; please, God.”
4. “Mr. Flowers, we need to please take a break and I need to show you something extremely important right away. Please. [hands Brandon a live chicken] Look into this beast’s eyes. Do you see anything? No, you do not; only a terrifying stupidity that mocks the very nature of all that is creativity and life. Remember this as you sing. Remember the chicken’s frighteningly stupid visage.”
5. “Do you know what I was thinking when you played that last song, Mr. Flowers? I was imagining my own death – slow and painfully real. In a forest before man existed. I was burning to death in a primordial fire and animals watched mercilessly from the shadows of the trees. If you do not imagine this as you play every song, you commit treason to all art.”
[via Rolling Stone]