i find herzog documentary work to be very uneven . fata morgana and a companion piece of sort to lesson of darkness and lack not only the harrowing spectacle but mostly the discern eye of an author . it be by comparison amateur look and aimless pan leave and right across the desert the kind of which you would expect from any german tourist equip with a handycam and the camera leave run from the window of a car pick up all kind of meaningless image and wire fence and derelict building and patch of dirt go through the lens in haphazard order and intercut with shot of sand dune . at one point herzog encounter a group of starve cattle rot away in the sand and yet the image be present much like you and me would and perhaps bad and the camera peer hand hold from one cattle to the next . for a documentary that attempt to be a visual feast and a hypnotic and surreal excursion in uncharted landscape and it lack the visual orchestration and conviction of a disciplined author . it all over the place and half hearted and tedious and mayan creation myth recite in voice over and then some other text herzog fancy for literature . it not until near the end that fata morgana jump alive through a series of bizarre encounter . first with a man and a woman play music in a room and the man singing in a distorted voice through a mic and both of them apathetic in their task . a man hold up a turtle . a group of old people try to get out of some hole in the ground . other than that and this one seem to have very little of substance to offer or visual splendor to offer .