By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

Werner Herzog Is Always A Professional

“Saving the world is a very suspicious concept. I’m as responsible as it gets in my situation. I drive my car less than 10% of what I used to drive 20 years ago. I’m not into consumerism. But when it comes to the end of the human race, there are certain suspects. Microbes can come and wipe us out. It can happen fast. Avian virus or mad cow disease, you name it. Microbes are really after us. Or a cataclysmic volcanic eruption which would darken the skies for 10 years – that’s gonna be real trouble. Or a meteorite hitting us, or something man-made. I don’t believe we’ll see a nuclear holocaust but there are quite a few scenarios out there. Anarchy and cannibalism? Yes but there would be survivors. Maybe 10% would survive, enough to replenish the species. I’m talking about total extinction. We are not sustainable. Martin Luther was asked, what would you do if tomorrow the world would come to an end, and he said, ‘I would plant an apple tree today.’ This is a real good answer. I would start shooting a movie.”
~ Werner Herzog Is Always A Professional

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