The following is excerpted from Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless: Reflections from the Making of Fitzcarraldo, which will be published next month.
Camisea, Peru, 22 April 1981
I had a violent, absurd quarrel with Kinski about his mineral water, with which he wants to wash himself now. Otherwise peace and quiet. Suddenly Kinski started yelling again, but it had no connection to anything here. He was beside himself, calling Sergio Leone and Corbucci rotten, no-good so-and-sos and total assholes. It took a long time for him to wear himself out. Then his yelling flared up again briefly, as he called Fellini a bungling idiot, a fat bastard. Then in late morning I finally got some sleep.
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