In London – when he was nineteen – he was finally discovered and invited to shoot a short film in France. After that, the newspapers called Kier the “new face of cinema” and wrote that he was “the most beautiful man in the world”. A pretty meteoric career, you could say, but it gets even better. In London, he went to a nightclub frequented by celebrities – “just to have a look”, as he recalled. Kier drank a glass by himself. A waiter came up and said, “Mr. Visconti would like to invite you to have champagne with him and Mr. Nureyev.” Kier had never heard those names before. He told the waiter that the gentleman should come himself. The result is a photo of Udo Kier with Luchino Visconti, Rudolf Nureyev and Helmut Berger, who was also there that evening. Later Udo Kier moved to Rome. In 1973, on a flight to Munich, he met Paul Morrissey, who was making films for Andy Warhol. A few weeks later, he was offered the lead role in Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein. But his really big breakthrough came in 1991 with Gus Van Sant’s My Own Private Idaho alongside River Phoenix and Keanu Reeves. Of course, Kier didn’t audition there either. Van Sant flew to Berlin to interview him in person. As already mentioned, just one of these stories would be enough for one person. But with Kier, everything was always a bit larger than life.
About thirty years ago, Kier finally moved to the U.S. Not necessarily to become famous, but “to see how things work out”, as he put it. Los Angeles didn’t suit him, nor did the film business really. “Painting is more my thing. Film was not my world. It became my world,” he once told GQ. One of his best friends was David Hockney, Banksy came to visit once with his wife, and Kier’s house today is full of works by Andy Warhol, Roy Lichtenstein, Sigmar Polke, Rosemarie Trockel, Robert Longo and, of course, David Hockney. Many of the pieces are accompanied by a note reading, “To Udo, with love.” The house is in Palm Springs. At first he went there only for the weekends, then he bought a small property, then another one. One of the houses is a former public library with a garden and pool; it consists of a single large room with glass doors and large windows. A giant turtle lives in the garden by the name of Han Solo, and every noon he shows up and gets a bowl of greens. Then Han Solo lets himself be stroked briefly on the head and disappears back in his burrow. In Udo Kier’s world, this, too, was perfectly normal.