I’m way late on this one with all the Santa Barbara activity, but that story from last Monday or Tuesday about Grizzly Man direc- tor Werner Herzog coming to the aid of Joaquin Pheonix after his car rolled over in the Hollywood hills is curiously haunting. Not because Herzog tapped on Pheonix’s upside-down car window and did the decent thing by trying to help…that’s standard. I’m referring to the part about Pheonix being out of the car and standing up and clearly okay, and Herzog suddenly gone. No hanging around or talking to the cops, but into the night like an angel, like vapor, like a shadow, like a coyote.
