Kinski had seen Even Dwarfs Started Small, so to him I was the “dwarf director.” He screamed in a high-pitched voice in front of everyone, saying it was an insult I would even think about talking to him, the great actor. He insisted he could do everything himself, that being directed by me was like working with a housewife, and shrieked that David Lean and Brecht had left him alone to do his job, so why shouldn’t I? “Brecht and Lean?” I said. “Never heard of them.” That upset him even more.
