• Title: Kinski Uncut
  • Author: Klaus Kinski Joachim Neugroschel
  • ISBN: 9780670867448
  • Page: 206
  • Format: Hardcover
  • Kinski Uncut All I Need Is Love A Memoir is the autobiography of the German actor Klaus Kinski first published in It was withdrawn from publication then after the author s death retranslated retitled and
    All I Need Is Love A Memoir is the autobiography of the German actor Klaus Kinski first published in 1988 It was withdrawn from publication then, after the author s death, retranslated, retitled, and republished in 1996 as Kinski Uncut The Autobiography of Klaus Kinski.

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    1. This book is amazing. It's pure uncut megalomania. According to this book, not only is Klaus Kinsky the smartest guy in the room, he also has sex with almost every single woman that gets mentioned. This is not an exaggeration. His thinking about himself is so bombastic, egomaniacal, and inflated to such drastic proportions, that the book becomes a sort of mythic comedy. The Klaus Kinsky of reality writing the Klaus Kinsky of the imagination takes on the proportions of Blakean mythology in which [...]

    2. I don't mean to state the obvious, butKinski was INSANE! This book is shocking and hilarious; most of it is lies, I am convinced . Kinski painted any woman who wouldn't sleep with him with a "bitch/dyke" brush (for instance, his Fairy Tale Theater co-star Susan Sarandon) and shamelessly lusted after mother, sister, and daughter. His perspective on the human race is mostly hateful, and I found myself really hating Kinski. However, there is an ongoing reverence for nature throughout his narration [...]

    3. I could never write a review that would do this book justice. There are some amazing monomaniacal memoirs out there. For example The Dirt by Motley Crue, or John Lydon's No Dogs, No Irish, but then there is this. Kinski is either totally insane or an amazing liar. I don't know which, but the way he recounts his life and his sex life is something to behold. Why it is so difficult to get a hold of his two auto-biographies is beyond me. They should be perennial best-sellers. Just for any interactio [...]

    4. Klaus Kinski slept with everyone in Europe, including his own mother. Also, he was an actor.(Werner Herzog maintains, as do many close friends of the late Kinski, that this autobiography is almost pure fiction. Aren't they all, though?)

    5. “These girls can’t be picky; they fuck with men of all races from all four corners or the world and they probably catch every conceivable kind of V.D. But I not only screw them without a rubber, I also eat our their pussies. I know its crazy. But I want to love them, I want them to feel that I love them and that I need love. That I am dying for love.”i read this book after watching herzog’s my best fiend. herzog claims that the book was largely fabricated to generate sales. aside from al [...]

    6. UPDATE 11/17/13: Amazing Kinski footage added in comment section below review.This is a treat. Kinski in his own words. Kinski Uncut is a portrait of mania, ego, and rage; all of these factors combined to produce one of the cinema's greatest actors. Sure he appeared in a lot of crappy films, but he was always the reason to sit through them. And the gems he did appear in are timeless: Doctor Zhivago, For a Few Dollars More, Aguirre: The Wrath of God, Nosferatu, Fitzcarraldo, Venus in Furs, and ma [...]

    7. You can basically open this book and quote something awesome. "I hold on to a street light and think that this is the end. I pull out the kitchen knife and stick it down my throat like a sword swallower. And then it happens. The boil breaks! And I puke half a liter of pus into the gutter. Now I'm rid of everything and my pains are gone." "When Barlog refuses to cast me as the lead in Ah, Wilderness! I smash the windowpanes of the Schlossparktheater. My one-year contract is not renewed. But I wou [...]

    8. I didn't really feel the need to finish reading Kinski's autobiography--he was German, he had major issues, maybe he sometimes thought he was Jesus, etc.--but parts of it are absolutely hilarious. I recommend reading Kinski's anecdotes about Werner Herzog--in particular his tale of Herzog stealing his food--and then watching Herzog's documentary about his dealings with Kinski, My Best Fiend. Because that's what friendship is about, really--stolen food and attempted assassinations. BFFs 4-ever!

    9. Diary of a gibbering batshit insane sex-crazed madman. Just absolutely ridiculous. I suppose if you're not already a fan of the late, great Klaus Kinski, you won't enjoy this half as much as I did.

    10. Nobody mentions his daughter, Nastassja Kinski. (I always wanted to give her one from the heart.) Can you imagine spending the first 10 years of your life with Klaus, then starting a relationship with Roman Polanski when you were 16. Strangely, their relationship ended before she turned 20.

    11. Portrait of the actor as a crazed sex maniac?Dang. It can be said that this book is the messy result of Klaus Kinski’s throbbing egomania. Insane, relentless, and disgusting. Kinski recounts his numerous sexual exploits. Somehow he slept with all women that he encountered. Of course, Kinski also recounts his squalor-filled youth (bedbug infested), his acting experiences (he only accepted big cash), his hatred for directors (Herzog bears the brunt, duh), and his marriages (though he rarely went [...]

    12. Times have changed since a major publishing house issued Klaus Kinski’s Kinski Uncut, and maybe not changed for the better. Initially released in 1988 under the title All I Need Is Love, the German actor’s seething, potty-mouthed autobiography is apt to estrange any readers offended by graphic depictions of wanton boning and a blanket context of objectification that reduces female human beings to the sum of their orifices and secondary sexual characteristics and dumps the males of the specie [...]

    13. An autobiography so dirty, so depraved that it would reduce a book club comprised of Henry Miller, Phillip Roth and the Marquis De Sade to a series of blushing embarrassed silences. Just when you start to tire of his endless (possibly, hopefully delusional) recounting of his sexual conquests, he'll toss off a description of coupling with such breathtaking scatalogical or bestial originality, or sometimes both, you just have to chuckle and tip your hat. And I haven't even gotten to the crazy yet. [...]

    14. Still reading. Every page is full of cunts, twats, fucks, pussies, and general ragings against all the imbeciles populating Kinski's life. (And I'm reading it in translation! Can you imagine the translator trying to decide which slang for female reproductive organ to use in each instance? Good lord.) If he doesn't start talking about Herzog soon, I'm giving up.[Update: Didn't finish. Gross. For Kinski completists only, maybe.]

    15. When I purchased this book, I thought of it as a guilty pleasure. Now I just feel guilty that I'm wasting my time on this trash instead of reading actual literature.

    16. I'm not going to top Lucy Ross's review. Goodreaders from 2007 and 2008 are so annoying. They get in there and write all the good reviews, have all the good ideas, etc. before all of us late bloomers get the chance. It isn't fair. Does anyone else have that problem? I have that problem.He DID try to eat a live cow. I hope that was true. Please let that be true! There's a scene in Tom Dicillo's film Box of Moonlight that describes how I feel about Klaus Kinski and his book. Sam Rockwell plays thi [...]

    17. The man's writing is just as flamboyant and exaggerated as his acting was. The penultimate egoist, this book reads like a ploy to perpetuate his image, or the image he would like everyone to regard. Half the stuff I just don't believe - he comes off as a sociopath who only randomly excuses his behavior because he has "so much love to give" - but "love" might be a mistranslation of "sex" - because I didn't see any love at all: to his wives, his children, his friends (of which he never mentions). [...]

    18. The German actor Klaus Kinski, best known in his roles in Werner Herzog's films, is one of the most outrageous characters in film. His autobiography is mostly filled with the explicit details of his many sexual exploits, exposition on his feelings of isolation and misery, and insults directed toward some well-known film makers. It's a shocking story--and not for the squeamish--but it's a great companion piece for anyone who was enthralled by Kinski's performances in movies like Fitzcarraldo, Agu [...]

    19. Without a doubt one of the most outrageous "autobiographies" I've come across, this is really just a detailed inventory of the multitudes of women Kinski claims to have bedded. The descriptions of incest, copulating on a church altar with a virgin, and sex with a giantess whose back he would scale and hair he would hang on to so as not to fall, indicate that this is autobiography as performance art. Personally, I take great joy in knowing that Kinski was equal parts crazy and brilliant. Best pur [...]

    20. La fisiología de la palabraReseña sobre Necesito Amor de Klaus Kinski.La lectura se desenvuelve en los limites de un desafío. De un pacto. Tácito o no, tal pacto implica, al principio, los enclaves de la sensibilidad del lector. Ciertos libros sufren metamorfosis, sus letras, sus párrafos, sus oraciones no son las mismas cuando los cierra una mano y no otra. Todo esto configuraba mis creencias de niña al acercarme a uno de los anaqueles de la precaria biblioteca que estábamos haciendo con [...]

    21. Really disappointing. I keep reading on, hoping it will turn into something I want to know about this tortured, gifted actor. There is just so much in his career he could have written about extensively (Paths of Glory, Nosferatu (in detail), Fitzcarraldo (in detail). I wanted to know what made him tick. Instead, I am reading this big bowl of crazy (i.e. having sex with anyone and everything) which borders on pathology (or crosses the border.)Every damn page he is having sex with something or som [...]

    22. Klaus Kinski isn't just any meglomaniacal narcissist -- he sets a new standard of self-aggrandizement in this autobiography, which makes for a riveting tale of loathing, sexual conquest and insanity. It's the type of read that is exhausting after just a few pages, because the reader is so thoroughly immersed in Kinski's world, which is not for the faint of heart.Tales of having sex with his mother, sister and pretty much every other woman and girl who cross his path are interspersed with his pro [...]

    23. This goes on "fiction" as well as "memoirs" because it is so over the top, overwritten, and obviously fictionalized (the latter has been corroborated by friends and collaborators). That said, it is fascinating writing, a melding of Kinski's own storied personality and his image of himself, it is an austere and gripping work of self-mythologizing with some passionate reflections on acting and some chords of tenderness later in the book as he addresses fatherhood and the difficulty of relationship [...]

    24. ¿Quién hubiera dicho que me iba a resultar tanto más fácil empatizar con el ninfómano iracundo hipersensible de Kinski que con el genio prepotente insoportable de Dalí (Diario de un genio)? Por otro lado, ¿qué pasó Tusquets? La cantidad de errores que encontré en este libro fue decepcionante.

    25. By far the most ridiculous autobiography I've ever read. So exaggerated and unbelievable that I was physically exhausted after I plowed through it. The guy was fucking insane in the best sense of the word. Too bad this thing is going for $40+ on , because I'd love to own it. I'm going to pull quotes from it if and when I'm ever invited to toast a friend's wedding.

    26. Startling. His claims are completely absurd and graphic. There is a photo of him laughing, holding the massive handwritten manuscript of this book and a puppy licking his face.

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