The seven deadly sins of Hollywood (1957)

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS OF HOLLYWOOD whether we shall ever find out what happened to Welles. Or will he be able to break the jinx of his own subconscious prophecy. I sincerely hope he does. His was a great talent, and it is not something that should be thrown away at some intellectual gambling table. I know geniuses (and ex-geniuses) are difficult people to pin down. I had to fly to Las Vegas to see Orson Welles. But that was nothing. To interview Jose Vincente Ferrer Oteroy Cintron, who says sportingly, "Just call me Joe", I had to go to the bottom of the sea. I could not have asked for a more exclusive sea bed on which to conduct the conversation. Our meeting took place at the bottom of the Bay of Cascais, Portugal. The houses along the shore, beyond the ruins of ancient forts and battlements, were occupied by personages whose blood is as blue as the speckless sky above Lisbon : deposed kings and pretenders to half a dozen thrones. You may be curious to know what Genius Joe and I were doing down there among the octopuses, the sharks and the star-fish (we were not, I assure you, being eaten by them), instead of at a more conventional rendezvous. We were in a submarine and we were being filmed. Jose Ferrer was starring here with Trevor Howard in a picture called Cockleshell Heroes. He was also directing it, and rewriting the script. It was a lot for one man to do, even for one who admits to being a genius. The bottom of the sea just happened to be the only place where he had time to receive visitors. Besides, it was cooler down there — the temperature above us was in the nineties — and it made a change of scenery from the Caprice. 136