Helmut Berger on Alain Delon:
Those around me know my dreadful ambivalence: I can be the nicest man, or the nastiest man. The one who experienced this last aspect of my personality do not forget it. No more Alain Delon than Marisa Berenson or Richard Burton.
Delon really wanted to take the great love of my life from me, the genius filmmaker, the so spiritual, the tender and elegant Luchino Visconti.
Delon had nothing to offer, he just wanted the best roles. I admit that he was a handsome man at one time, but always calculating.
To serve his ends, Delon went so far as to use his son Anthony. He made him write love letters to Visconti, with his childish handwriting. But I ruined his plans.
One day, Delon visited us. I opened the door and, to piss him off, I asked him what his name was. Pretending not to know him, I slammed the door in his face.
I knew immediately that he was going to resort to any means to advance his career. It was the red alert because, well obviously I was also worried about my relationship with Visconti.