You might enjoy this movie if you like to see molasses flowing down a glacier. You might enjoy this movie if you like pretentious dialog delivered with a strange, foreign rhythm and ponderous translation. You might enjoy this movie if you like a 'save the Earth' message carved into a baseball bat, that is then used to knock you repeatedly over the head. You might enjoy this movie if you like to see endless, boring terrain shots.You might enjoy this movie if you are a cinema masochist looking to severely torture yourself.If you don't adhere to any of the above mentioned criteria, I would strongly suggest passing on this one. Toward the end, I was holding a box cutter to my throat...

A most ridiculously stupid let down! If I could only re-do my watching it! Why include the characters of Gael García Bernal and the other guy? Why wear the mask for one meeting, only to take it off the next meeting? There is a subtle and emotional meaning to the plot. But the screenplay bungles it up completely by the end. I do not think that the actors are any bit responsible individually-- just bad bad bad direction!

I began watching this film because I've always found Garcia Bernal an interesting actor. The beginning of the film was mysterious enough to hold my attention, but as it progressed, I found my interest waning. At about the halfway point I felt I had already invested so much time I couldn't stop watching. Then, as it progressed even further, I realized the only thing continuing to hold my attention was Veronica Ferres. That woman must have the longest legs in the world! Herzog needs to realize that presenting intellectual concepts in dramatic movie format must be dealt with very carefully or it becomes all too easy for the plot to become really boring!

Mr. Herzog has had a long and acclaimed career, And deservedly so. But after films such as MY SON, MY SON ..." (also with Mike Shannon) and this one some one must tell him he's not so much making films anymore as he is preaching to the audience, while tossing in the odd joke here and there. The dialog gives new definition to "stilted". You can see the pain on the actors faces trying to deliver such. Characters and ostensible plot points disappear. Unconnected philosophical bon mots are delivered out of nowhere. S&F does have some beautiful scenery, though the musical score accompanying such -no doubt culturally true to the locale- becomes increasingly annoying. I finished S&F because .....well, it IS Werner Herzog. Watch only if you share my degree of respect.