Thanks to my new Netflix account I finally was able to see Werner Herzog's 1977 classic "Stroszek". It's been 29 years since I first heard about it. Just goes to show how difficult it is to procure this kind of stuff in the small communities I've lived in. It is alternately depressing and life-affirming...This clip of the "dancing chicken finale" seems out of place when viewed outside of the context of the movie. It reminds me of "O Brother, Where Art Thou". But it takes on a much deeper meaning when it's placed at the end of such a harrowing tale By the way, if you have a NetFlix account you can watch it instantly online.
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