He understands and smiles. In Rome Dominique drives me to Fellini's home. He struts around for hours speaking French, because I don't speak Italian yet. He starts to get on my nerves. I tell him to his face that I want to see him perish like the llama he executed.
Money is our way out of drudgery.
So I'll keep going a while longer. Newspapers, radio, television eat the bullshit up. In every interview I call Herzog a cretin. I shoot the trash in eight days. A miserable, painful story from the Middle Ages.