Herzog is far too much of a maverick to allow us to see universal significance in these moments. He is very much the visionary outsider that Hias is. But it's the vision that counts in the end.

I think it should be approached like a piece of music, in which we comprehend everything in terms of mood and aura, and know how it makes us feel even if we can't say what it makes us think.

The elusiveness of Heart of Glass makes it something of a disappointment. But it is too mysteriously lovely to be regarded as a failure.

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