There has never been a filmmaker like Paul Naschy. Naschy’s involvement in cinema spans 40 years and counting, with work as an actor, screenwriter, director and producer. He has molded his own vision under these assignments and provided an unheard of spectrum of clues to his personality, passions and ethos. If we just speak of the horror genre, Paul Naschy is a distinctive talent. Perhaps one shouldn’t step on the carefully protected toes of the familiar horror "kings" of the past and present, but Naschy is their equal, and in terms of involvement in the genre—as a screenwriter, director and producer—he outdistances every one of them. This is not a man who simply sits by the phone waiting for an agent to call. This autobiography is Naschy’s manifesto of will and dedication. It is also a great read, filled with engaging anecdotes, earthy asides, written with ease and intelligence, brimming with soul and a heart sometimes suffering, all the time passionate.
As a horror fan, I have a solid admiration for the films of Paul Naschy, gothic and sleazy all in one. However, while the discussions of the process of making the films and his love for genre cinema is entertaining, there is also a large part of this book that was the author complaining about everyone who had wronged him and how he never got the recognition he deserved from his country. It shows off a stunning amount of egotism on his part and also comes off as quite whiny.
Wonderful autobiography - tragic in spots, much like the curse of the cinematic werewolf Paul Naschy portrayed. Naschy opens up about the ups and downs of being a popular horror star who sacrificed to make the type of movies he loved as a kid.