In the 1950s, when Werner Herzog was 13, he was sharing an apartment with Klaus Kinski, an ego-maniacal live-wire. In an unabated, 48 hour f...更多>
I am not the Jesus of the official church who the police, bankers, judges, hangmen, officers, church bosses and other powerful people tolerate. I am not your Superstar.
No, He didn't say shut up. He took a whip and smacked their ugly faces! That's what he did you stupid pig! And if only one of you wants to hear me he has to wait until this fucking scum has left.
Every grey hair on my head, I call Kinski.