You may have missed the spirit of my post.
Crazy Love is far and away the best Bukowski-on-film, but after watching Barfly widescreen on a sizable TV recently, it has clawed its way up to a close second.
To throw more meat into this pie, simply being born in Germany or Prague or Antarctica doesn't make someone German, Czech or Antarctican, in my always correct and never humble opinion. Especially if you leave as an infant or very small child and have no memory of your birthplace. You're barely human when you're two years old, so I don't think much in the way of culture or nationalism can seep into your soft little head. "Oh, how I yearn for the Schnitzel I smelled when I was 18 months old!" Eh, no.
Technically we have laws and rules so everyone gets shoved into the appropriate box when they are born. But if you want to get technical, Bukowski was 100% American according to governmental paper pushers and the law. If his parents had cared to force the issue he could have had dual citizenship, but obviously they didn't want that for him. Why? Well, again, because America is so glaringly superior to all those hillbilly backwaters around the world.
I thought we'd established that a long time ago? I don't know why I have to keep reminding everyone.