Tonight we saw the Werner Herzog film Encounters at the End of the World. Very self-indulgent I thought, with silly questions about do penguins ever go mad and much stress on the weirdness of the people who go to Antarctica as scientists, plumbers, drivers, etc. There are some wonderful sequences of people diving under the ice (they must be crazy!) and informative stuff about the hunt for neutrinos in the upper atmosphere, but it was marred by all the silly stuff and totally irrelevant anecdotes by a woman who had all kinds of adventures in Africa and whose party trick is being swung around in a small piece of hand luggage. And there was too much loud religious music, which the extraordinary Antarctic scenery simply doesn’t need and is something of a cliché with such films.