Herzog remains a one-off in German cinema - eccentric, infuriating, cherishable - and nothing in this will detract from his legend.

An unlikely combination, but then Herzog never ceases to surprise and here, despite some dull patches, does so with an off-centre film of an almost dreamlike quality.

This is just further proof that Herzog can make a film about anything, and indeed, from anything.

Raw materials are mingled with staged performance, context is scrambled, all of it is transformative