:09:04
...theater intonation of the Fifties,
a kind of a snorting snarl.
:09:10
He mastered it to perfection.
:09:15
And this is where I lived with him...
:09:17
...and so knew what to expect,
if I was to work with him.
:09:23
...saltpeter, blazing
phosphorous...
:09:28
...in the urine of a
donkey in heat...
:09:32
...in snakes' poison,
old hags' spittle...
:09:35
...in dog shit and
foul bath-water...
:09:40
...in wolf's milk, gall of o xen
and flooded latrines.
:09:47
in this juice...
:09:50
...thou shalt stew
the slanderers.
:09:55
in a tomcat's brain
who ceased to fish...
:09:59
...in the foam that dribbles
from the teeth of rabid dogs...
:10:03
...mixed with monkey's piss,
in bristles from a hedgehog torn...
:10:07
...in a rain barrel,
where vermin crawl...
:10:09
...perished rats and the
festering slime of...
:10:13
...toad-stools, glowing at night...
:10:17
...in horses' snot and in hot glue.
:10:22
in this juice...
:10:25
...shall the slanderers stew.
:10:32
Peru, the train tracks along
the Urubamba river...
:10:37
...Kinski's and my river of
destiny so to speak.
:10:40
I wanted to retrace
some of our steps.
:10:44
The first film we did together
was "Aguirre, the Wrath of God"...
:10:48
...which started here.
:10:49
It was my sixth film and I
was 28 at the time.
:10:54
I had sent Kinski my screenplay.
:10:56
Two nights later, at 3am, I was
awakened by the phone.