Last night I watched a German film from 1976: Herz aus Glas (Heart of Glass.) It had subtitles, but much of the language I could make out, hearing the words behind and ahead of the blurry written text. After decades, I finally found this movie that has a mythic weirdness like few others. The director, Werner Herzog, claimed that he hypnotized the cast every day before shooting. Certainly some of them look like they're under a spell. The movie is slow, highly irrational, dreamy, and virtually plotless. And though at times I was bored, it still had a big impact on me. Heart of Glass woke something in me: German language, a 1970s recreation of the nineteenth century, mystic kraut-rock soundtrack by Popul Vuh, and mesmerism. Not a great film, but an opening in my mind.