Shoot him again. His soul is still dancing.
Herzog is back with a vengeance. No more deep sea arctic aquatic reveries. The man got a boat pulled over a mountain. Now he's remade Bad Lieutenant, set in New Orleans. It looks like some unholy hybrid of Dirty Harry and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
As much as I love The Wire and as much as some people I know love CSI and Law and Order and all the rest, we're long overdue for a return to the maniacal unhinged dirty underside of the law. McNulty tying red ribbons around the wrists of dead homeless men ultimately humanized the sociopathic construction of a false and imaginary psychopath. Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans has the promise to be the release of all that nastiness buried beneath the sheen of forensics and the long-suffering haze of an alcoholic cop just "trying to make a difference".