Debauched and glorious...
Very much deserving of it notoriety. Kinski is either raging about people he doesn't like or making love to seemingly random women in coffee shops, gardens, toilets... Never dull, in fact whenever there's a page or two without Kinski detailing his latest sexual exploit one tends to wonder what's up. I'm not sure how believable it all it is, for a man with a face only his mother could love he did remarkably well with the fairer sex. No matter, it's so outlandish it's brilliant. Shame he isn't still around.
