The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD and said, "If you want to talk to me, you'll have to come over here — I can't hear you from there." I approached the Great Unapproachable. Up close, Miss Hepburn gives the impression of being a sculpture by Reg Butler, all twisting wire and energy. Her face is that of a P.T. instructress with the soul of a poet. It is true she is not built on Rubensesque lines, but she is as succinct as a good epigram. Her nails are unlacquered and unmanicured; her face is devoid of make-up ; but as she becomes animated her features glow as if coated with phosphorus, and she seems to be burning herself up. "I used to get by in films," she said, "on my eyes and my teeth. For this film I thought I would have to manage on my teeth." She was referring to the fact that she had been suffering from styes; but they had cleared up and her eyes, alternately as wily as an agent's and as innocent as a child's, were as mesmeric as ever. I had been told that she existed in the studio as a selfcontained entity: eating alone (not in the restaurant), rejecting the attentions that are normally lavished upon any star, drinking from her own bottle of mineral water, and doing everything for herself. She put her feet up on the dressing-table and let her hair, which she had been putting up, fall down to her waist. She rammed a cigarette in her mouth. " I'm not so fascinating," she said. " Everybody thinks I must have such an exciting, glamorous life, so they keep away from me. "Shall I tell you something? When I was making Summer Madness in Venice I had pretty much the same experience as the woman I was playing. Nobody asked me to dinner. They went off and left me alone. I felt rather angry about that. I wandered off by myself through Venice, feeling very lonely and neglected, and I sat down by the canal and looked in the water, and while 1 08