When it comes to film directors, it is not uncommon to hear stories of the ones who aren't (or weren't) particularly nice (quite often due to their own insecurities). But Otto Preminger seems to have been in a category all by his lonesome. It's possible that there is no other director in cinema history who has *quite* the reputation Preminger had for screaming at people. It's possible that - even if you didn't have that much interest in cinema at all - you *still* may have heard stories about 'Otto the Terrible'.
That's not why I read this biography; I'm not all that keen on gossip, so I didn't have a piqued interest based on who yelled at whom. But I was always curious about the volume (as it were) of the stories - and why Otto felt the compulsion to blow up on *that* regular a basis. After all, who doesn't know that that's not necessarily how you get the best work out of others?
If I haven't always been a fan of Preminger's films, I've certainly appreciated him when he was at his best (i.e., 'Laura', 'Anatomy of a Murder', 'Advise and Consent' and others) and I have admired a number of projects which are now seen as interesting failures (films like 'Forever Amber', 'Hurry Sundown', etc.). I also, of course, recognize (and admire him for) challenging codes of censorship (involving matters of language, subject matter, etc.) when there didn't appear to be all that many who were taking on that artistic responsibility.
Hirsch's cogent biography is surprisingly breezy (500+ pages that I read within 48 hours) and his overview of the Preminger canon is fair and balanced. (I've seen most of Preminger's work and I more or less agree with Hirsch's assessment of the individual films.) But, while reading, I kept feeling like there was *another* book inside the one I had in my hands. The more that was recounted re: Preminger's dark side, the less I felt that side was being adequately unveiled.
~ which brings me back to what I mentioned earlier. I was hoping to gain some insight into Preminger's psyche. But there's little of that in this book. Either by himself or through statements made by others, we are afforded 'reasons' or excuses pertaining to Preminger's many, many (actually, seemingly endless) tirades. But they don't amount to much in terms of illumination. ...That is, until we get to near the end of the biography - when there are details of a mental deterioration that may have (?) had some connection to earlier social behavior. We'll never know.
Hirsch does go to considerable length in revealing that Preminger's nature also harbored a polar opposite to the savage side that was more widely publicized; there are many references to his kindness, generosity and loyalty. Ultimately, we're mostly left to think that he was a, um... "complicated" guy who felt that yelling was how someone at the helm is able to get things done. (Preminger had an impeccable reputation for getting his films finished ahead of schedule and always within a given budget.)
In the end, maybe the director didn't have the 'demons' I suspected. Maybe he just approached every project as though it had the potential of being The Great White Whale. And it seems he was certainly nicer than Captain Ahab.
In line with that thought, I find it intriguing that Hirsch refers to the shooting of 'Anatomy of a Murder' as "virtually problem-free, the luckiest shoot in Preminger's career" - and one that did very well without any yelling. Hmm... go fig.