This movie is a mere bagatelle when contrasted with Herzog's other herculean efforts on Aquirre and Fitzcarraldo. The story is simple and quaint, the scale small, but the performance by Kinski is titanic. The sequence where Woyzeck murders his wife is absolutely unbelievable. The scene is set in slow-motion to music, so all acting is visual. With his face, Kinski becomes a man who has killed his wife. This isn't acting: this is reality. It is one of the most impressive and heart-wrenching things ever captured on film. No wonder Herzog, that stickler for authenticity, kept coming back to Kinski, no matter how intolerable the man became. Eva Mattes as Frau Woyzeck is luminous, and the photography is exceptional. As with all Herzog works, there is a feast of imagery for the eyes.