I don’t have a favorite actor, but if I had one it would have been Klaus Kinski: he was absolutelly possessed whenever he was in front of a camera. Werner Herzog’s documentary about his f(r)iend offers us a small glimpse into the life of a troubled actor and an equally troubled director, each making plans to murder the other one. Both Klaus and Werner are mad geniuses, undoubtly. Also, much like Kinski’s book, the account given by Herzog here is a highly subjective one, we don’t know the true extent of the truth and we will never know.
The ending of the documentary, with Klaus playing with the butterfly, transcends everything that was said about the huge persona of Klaus Kinski: please take your time and watch Fitzcarraldo, Aguirre, Nosferatu, Woyzeck and Cobra Verde. Please. You won’t be sorry.
Every grey hair on my head, I call Kinski.
