Here's an excerpt from the English translation of Klaus Kinski's autobiography describing his work with famed director Shuji Terayama on the 1981 film "Fruits of Passion". As Publisher's Weekly said, "Few celebrity memoirs are remotely as raw, pornographic and confessional as this notorious self-portrait by German actor Kinski". You have been warned:
...First I have to go to Tokyo. Fruits of Passion is a Japanese film set in Japan and China. The girls, the women, the boys, the men, the director, the cameramen, and the rest of the crew are all Japanese. There are also two Frenchwomen. I'm supposed to fuck both of them in front of the camera. In Paris I immediately drag one of them to my pad on the Quai Bourbon and fuck her on the floor right inside the apartment entrance. The other Frenchwoman is hysterical and is still resisting long after I've stuck my dick into her pussy and shot. She's married, and during the fuck she babbles about "rape...adultery...scoundrel..." Yet her bodacious butt sticks out so hornily that she can't want anything but adultery.
Minhoi and Nanhoi come along to Japan [Kinski's Vietnamese wife and their son]
The Japanese flick has a lot of fucking. Real fucking. In all positions, even in the mouth. It's the story of a man who puts his girlfriend in a brothel in Shanghai because it turns him on. The girl does it out of love for the man, but her torments are horrible. The flick is set chiefly in a whorehouse in Tokyo - or rather, fifty miles outside of Tokyo, in Japan's oldest and most primitive silent-film studio. There's no air-conditioning, the mercury hits 106 in the shade, we work twenty-four hours a day nonstop, and all we get to eat is watery soup. The Japanese never complain, for the simple reason they like to work. We're practically out of oxygen, you could cut the air to pieces with a knife, every breath you take is a struggle. And we're all sweating buckets, the water is literally streaming down our ass cracks and out of our pants. we can barely open our eyes; the salty sweat running down from our soaked hair burns our lids like fire.
I've had the same experiences with other movies. But this is a different situation. According to the script, we have to fuck - for real! Right in front of the camera, in every possible position. During the fucking our sex organs, especially our boners, have to be seen clearly, plain as pikestaffs. But every dick in the place is hanging slack, even though the producer and the director, Shuji Terayama, signed a contract stipulating at least six sexual acts - meaning that I have to fuck five girls in front of the lens. One of the Japanese girls I have to screw - and who I bang in the hotel after the shooting is done - takes care of the other Mr. Softies. She pulls each guy into a dark corner of the studio and keeps sucking his dick until it finally stands at something like attention. She has to know exactly when to stop sucking. The cock mustn't start spurting - until it's in front of the camera.
The instant one of these soft dicks gets hard, the girl dashes over to Terayama and signals that filming can begin. Now, a dick may rigidify in the girl's hot, greedy mouth, which has milked it for all it's worth. But the unbearably heavy and muggy tropical heat weighs on your nuts like sandbags, and without the milkmaid the blood pressure in your dick promptly heads south. Your hard-on collapses before the camera starts rolling.
From time to time, what I do is reach into the cunt's panties and draw in the pungent aroma. Or I suck the briny sweat out of the long hair in her armpits. It hits my blood like a vaccine, and my fiddle bow is instantly restrung.
Of course, in this murderous heat I've got little staying power, and the first take has to be enough.
The girl I'm supposed to place in a brothel has a delicious cheese. During one scene, she truly has a nervous breakdown when a mechanical dick on a kind of fuck machine is inserted into her hole. She throws herself on the cold, slimy sand floor of the studio and rolls and wallows in the filth, shrieking her lungs out. No one can get near her. I lovingly calm her down and take her to my dressing room. There I bend her over the makeup table in front of the mirror and give her a rough a thorough fuck from behind. Then she's fine again.
