Salt and Fire

Looking just like a dressed-up Neil Breen joint, Salt and Fire becomes, at its best, Herzog's version of camp; at its worst, unwitting self-parody.

Like something you peer at rather than absorb, "Salt and Fire" is both awful and a tad fascinating.

Werner Herzog's latest half-hearted return to narrative cinema is more excited by its stunning landscape than the life inside it.

A bad movie but an intriguing vacation slideshow ...

Despite the bad acting, self-importance and general Herzogian ridiculousness, the director actually has a deep sense of beauty ...

The worst movie that Werner Herzog has ever made.

Salt and Fire, you see, is well-made folly. And like cult camp classics of yore, it rolls out enough portent and absurdity to leave you snickering.

A visionary director's creative and challenging look at an ecological disaster.

Usually a director of fascinating films and documentaries about humans clashing with their environments, director Werner Herzog delivers a misfire with this puzzling, uncentered drama.

The final reels are so compelling it's almost worth sitting through everything that came before. Almost.

A very peculiar misfire for Herzog, but still kinda interesting.

In imbuing what might otherwise be a straight-forward environmental thriller with his signature sense of artistry, Herzog has succeeded in creating a film without parallel.