Don Owen's memoir of being a filmmaker and globetrotter (emphasis on the latter) is a quick and engaging read that unfortunately ends abruptly (undoubtedly related to his death), but he does get to go into the nitty-gritty of his earlier work in quite a bit of detail, even if it's the later stuff that I really wanted to know about.
Like a lot of 'Older Men Write Their Biography', he talks A LOT about the women he slept with.