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164 THE CINEMA
was every bit his own, except that we combed it slightly to
one side. He did wear a thick white wig, though.
The legend sprang from a photograph of one of our
'working moments' showing me in a shaggy wig having a
white beard pasted to my face which peers out over a priest's
cassock. I was being made-up so that I could double for the
role : the venerable old man had to fall backwards down the
stairs, and I couldn't resist the pleasure of performing that
cascade myself!
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A very important third figure also remained anonymous. In fact, he remained outside the shots.
Thank heaven for that.
Inasmuch as he was not so much a participant as a furious opponent of our shooting.
That was the watchman of the park of the Alupka palace.
His shabby boots and baggy trousers almost got into the picture: he stubbornly sat on the head of one of the Alupka lions and refused to let us shoot it, demanding a special permit.
But there are six lions in all on the Alupka stairway, and that saved us. .
Running with the camera from one lion to another, we so befuddled the severe and stupid custodian of order that he finally gave up in despair, and we were able to take close shots of three of the marble beasts.
The lions were also a 'location find' on one of our 'off' days, when we went to Alupka for a rest.
The famous lions were not our only 'location find'.
The famous fogs were another.
It was a foggy morning in the port.
As if absorbent cotton lay on the mirror-like surface of the bay.