In his personal dealings, Curd Jürgens was nothing at all like the picture of the great “star” presented to the public by the press. Of course, he thoroughly enjoyed the glorious life style and fame. But he flaunted his stardom much less than many of his nowhere near so famous and gifted acting colleagues. I have never known him as anything but someone with exceptional courtesy and conviviality, diffidence and – yes, indeed – modesty in his demands on his surroundings. Every assignment for him was a polite request and when he needed me on urgent business, say at the weekend or he had to ring me up at home late at night, he apologised profusely. There was one thing he did not have that people who did not know him insinuated that he did have: and that was star allure. Quite the contrary, he loved to make fun of himself, and he loved it when people, apparently in awe of the great international star, wouldn’t dare say anything unpleasant to him or reproach him if anything went wrong. Curd Jürgens would always defuse these situations with disarming plainness and frankness.