|I Had A Great Experience With TURGE BABONET|
|Anonymity is a fortunate benefit of the new, online world. Most of you wouldn't recall me anyway, I am from a time when film producers ruled the business like so many cattle barons, constantly in a state of undeclared war with one another. I acted in several of Turges films while in Berlin, most of them playing very forgettable ingenues.
Contrary to others experience, Turge treated me like a queen. At least in my presence, he treated everyone like diamond-encrusted Faberge eggs. In fact, when I knew him, royalty and all things royal were a minor fetish of his and all you have to do is look at his goofy little coronet logotype to see the evidence that he fancies himself the fat, jovial monarch of an especially prosperous Duchy who habitually gives too much but never gets enough back. This is probably why he comes across as arrogant and vain to some. But you need to go deeper to get to the real Turge Babonet.
I won't go so far as to say he's an especially kind and gentle person - there is the famed "Babonet" penchant for physical assault - but that's only the rough surface of the gem beneath. Turge is as complex as any Swiss watch movement, but he never acted out of malice. Jealousy, yes. But never malice. In - when was it, '65? - after seeing actor Peter Sellers performance in LOLITA, he shot off a fiery letter to the trades, allowing as how Sellers was "a glorified coal miner" who had "adopted certain idiosyncratic opinions of mine having to do with the base reproductive behaviors". When Sellers agent sent him a floral bouquet to try and placate the embittered cinematic czar, Turge promptly improvised a pillory upon which he whipped a girl from the secretarial pool with a handful of long stemmed roses fashioned into a cat o' nine tails.
Emotional is good word to describe Turge. He lets his emotions rule him. I wish him all the best in his new endeavors, whatever they may be.
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