The answer, of course, is rubber baron/
opera fanatic Klaus Kinski, and both the steamship and the Peruvian mountain are real in Fitzcarraldo, which begins this Wednesday-night repertory trifecta (through Dec. 19) honoring Werner Herzog, Terrence Malick, and Howard Hawks. (On Halloween, F.W. Murnaus silent Nosferatu shares the bill with Herzogs 1979 remakewith Kinski in suitably freakish vampire mode.) In the 1982 Fitzcarraldo, Kinski has the most ridiculous German-Irish accent ever deployed on-screen; its hard to understand what the hell Claudia Cardinale sees in him, but none of that ultimately matters. Herzogs collision between Old World and New isnt so tragic as in Aguirre: The Wrath of God (playing Nov. 7). Instead, theres a kind of breathtaking majesty to the indifference of nature when confronted with civilization. Undaunted, Kinskis craziness achieves a kind of grandeuralmost as big as Carusos voice.
Wed., Oct. 24, 6:30 & 9:30 p.m., 2007