The cinematography is masterful with truly blooming colors, and you’ve got a top-tier performance from Klaus Kinski backed by an unforgettable theme composed by Popol Vuh, but all of my hang-ups with Aguirre, the Wrath of God are narrative focused. The sense of humor in particular does nothing for me, and at worst it suddenly feels like I’m watching a stooge-ish Monty Python sketch. Also, the original English language version is mostly awful and dry. These flatten the otherwise nightmarish spiral.