My Best Fiend deux redux
Saw it!!!!!!!!!
Loved it. Fascinating study of a relationship mostly between Klaus Kinski and Werner Herzog.
Now I must see Herzog's films. And Kinski's.
Kinski made me want to embrace my intensity and let it out more. Though I swear if a woman did the things he did, they'd just lock her up and throw away the key and let her hair turn gray as she rotted alone in a cold stone tower or dungeon.
He was SO violent and out of control at times that he nearly KILLED some fellow actors/extras. Truly. But it turned out that this rage and his tantrums were necessary for him to get into an appropriate artistic space. Herzog realized after a turn that Kinski needed to be pushed and thereby stimulated. The movie repeatedly mentioned extremity leading to unparalleled heights.
He shot off part of one man's finger. He hit another man in the head with a sword, and though the man survived (due to a metal helmet), he still has a scar.
But apparently he was quite gentle with the ladies. On the last day of shooting one film, his co-star couldn't stop crying. He comforted her.
Apparently he was very prissy about cleanliness. When sitting down to eat, he would first clean everything with alcohol - plates, utensils, glasses. And wash his hands immediately upon shaking hands with someone.
They crashed ships into mountains (repeatedly) to make one film. A cameraman's hand was split open. Ugh. They lived in the jungle for months - filming with Indians, Amazon chicks, etc. They used monkees and ocelots...
Apparently, Kinski freaked out the Indians with his loud outbursts. They have a different way of dealing with things. All human contact is gentle. Reminds me of W, especially when we first met. The Indian chief got very quiet as the others huddled around him. Apparently his silence is what really scared them.
The chief offered to kill Kinski to Herzog. He claimed he only declined because he still needed him for shooting, though he hated to keep the Indians from their purpose...
Well, I haven't taken out any hits on any partners or colleagues. Yet. Though I have thrown some punches. Yeah, the fist kind.
Loved it. Fascinating study of a relationship mostly between Klaus Kinski and Werner Herzog.
Now I must see Herzog's films. And Kinski's.
Kinski made me want to embrace my intensity and let it out more. Though I swear if a woman did the things he did, they'd just lock her up and throw away the key and let her hair turn gray as she rotted alone in a cold stone tower or dungeon.
He was SO violent and out of control at times that he nearly KILLED some fellow actors/extras. Truly. But it turned out that this rage and his tantrums were necessary for him to get into an appropriate artistic space. Herzog realized after a turn that Kinski needed to be pushed and thereby stimulated. The movie repeatedly mentioned extremity leading to unparalleled heights.
He shot off part of one man's finger. He hit another man in the head with a sword, and though the man survived (due to a metal helmet), he still has a scar.
But apparently he was quite gentle with the ladies. On the last day of shooting one film, his co-star couldn't stop crying. He comforted her.
Apparently he was very prissy about cleanliness. When sitting down to eat, he would first clean everything with alcohol - plates, utensils, glasses. And wash his hands immediately upon shaking hands with someone.
They crashed ships into mountains (repeatedly) to make one film. A cameraman's hand was split open. Ugh. They lived in the jungle for months - filming with Indians, Amazon chicks, etc. They used monkees and ocelots...
Apparently, Kinski freaked out the Indians with his loud outbursts. They have a different way of dealing with things. All human contact is gentle. Reminds me of W, especially when we first met. The Indian chief got very quiet as the others huddled around him. Apparently his silence is what really scared them.
The chief offered to kill Kinski to Herzog. He claimed he only declined because he still needed him for shooting, though he hated to keep the Indians from their purpose...
Well, I haven't taken out any hits on any partners or colleagues. Yet. Though I have thrown some punches. Yeah, the fist kind.
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