We’re considering the opportunity of making a real poster of our Kasting Kinski’s illustrations.
What do you think? Would you hang it on your bedroom / studio / garage / cavern / movie hall walls?
Kasting Kinski complete series
Here’s the full recap of our 16 illustrations dedicated to Klaus Kinski.
Browse our tumblr to see them one-by-one or to read and watch more KK’s stuff.
Thank you!
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1989: Paganini
KK’s first movie as a director, KK’s last movie as a living being, playing the infamous devilish Italian violinist - one of his alter ego-obsessions along with Jesus, Villon and Van Gogh. Just like it began, “how ironic”. They say he hated directors; quite appropriately, he only directed (and wrote and starred) this Von Trier-esque epic commercial fail, a showreel of sex and virtuosism whose opening credits recite “Klaus Kinski”, “Debora Kinski” and “Nicolai Kinski” (how about making a biopic titled “Kinski Kinski”?). After all, as he used to say, how could directors ask him to “die” the right way? Had they died before so they knew it? Now he knows, as he had always known it. And that was his gift, the gift tattooed on the very flesh of his face.
Paganini trailer
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1987: Cobra Verde
KK is to tragedy what Andy Kaufman is to comedy: a “black hole sun” who made an event horizon out of his career, blurring the boundary between life and representation to a point of no return, making reality fiction (read here) and fiction reality. Pasquale Squitieri, who directed KK in La vendetta è un piatto che si serve freddo, remembers the way he yelled “realism, realism!” while beating extras “for real” during a quite-pointless saloon fight scene. Sounds just like silly whimsical violence? Then watch “Cobra Verde”’s final sequence: some say KK died for real in that scene, wearing himself out, pulling that fucking boat, conquering Herzog’s Infinite Useless for the very last time.
Cobra Verde trailer
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1986: Crawlspace
Five years before, KK had refused the role of Indiana Jones’ Nazi antagonist Major Toht defining the script of Raiders of the Lost Ark, er, “moronically shitty”. In this thriller (not exactly directed by Steven Spielberg), he’s a respectable landlord whose main hobbies include spying, kidnapping and trapping young girls like if they were mice, building deadly contraptions in the style of Wile E. Coyote and playing Russian roulette. Another great career choice, isn’t it? Yet, when his face is the only landscape in camera, KK still succeeds in being genuinely creepy: watch the scene when he puts mascara and lipstick on before his little private Götterdämmerung.
Crawlspace trailer
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