Quite unlike most of his films, Preminger's autobiography is a short and surprisingly charming (yet seemingly highly deceptive and misleading) read. Needless to say, Preminger leaves the dirtiest details out, including a four-year-affair with black actress Dorothy Dandridge that included a studio-ordered abortion. In fact, Preminger seemed to be a sort of Weinstein type, which is something he vaguely alludes to. As for his films, he reveals very little about his artistic/aesthetic influences/motivations and instead bitches about studio heads and brags about fitting the censors. Somehow this book had me dreaming of Preminger directing a Preminger (auto)biopic as it would have surely been fitting.
Otto beschreibt sein Leben, Filme und Anekdoten, besonders interessant natürlich seine Sicht der Dinge, verglichen mit der seiner ersten Frau, dem professionellen Engel. Howard Hughes war nicht so egozentrisch. Serge Rubinstein war ein Sack etc. Talluha Bankhead soll einen Verehrer endlich erhört und eine Liebesnacht versprochen haben. Auf einer Party erinnert er sie daran. Darauf sagt sie, er möge doch schon einmal vorgehen und, wenn sie nicht innerhalb einer Stunde auftauche, allein anfangen. 7/10