:02:02
even the lighting of Maria's funeral
were just what she would have wanted.
:02:06
My name is Harry Dawes.
:02:08
I've been a writer and director of movies
for longer than I like to remember.
:02:12
I go way back: Back to when the movies
had two dimensions, and one dimension,
:02:17
and sometimes no dimension at all.
:02:20
I wrote and directed all three of
the movies Maria D'Amata was in.
:02:24
Her short, full career, from start to finish,
:02:28
I wrote it and directed it.
:02:30
On the screen, that is.
:02:33
What was I doing there?
:02:35
The Fates or the Furies, or whoever
wrote and directed her short, full life,
:02:39
they took care of that.
:02:42
Anyway, there I stood, halfway around
the world from Hollywood and Vine,
:02:47
in a little graveyard near Rapallo, Italy,
:02:49
watching them bury
the Contessa Torlato-Favrini
:02:53
in ground she'd never
heard of six months ago,
:02:57
with a stone statue to mark the spot.
:03:01
Life, every now and then, behaves
as if it had seen too many bad movies.
:03:05
When everything fits too well:
The beginning, the middle and the end,
:03:10
from fade-in to fade-out.
:03:13
And where I faded in,
the contessa was not a contessa.
:03:16
She was not even a movie star
named Maria D'Amata.
:03:19
Where I faded in,
her name was Maria Vargas,
:03:22
and she danced in
a nightclub in Madrid, Spain.
:03:27
:03:43
¡Olé!
:03:44
:03:56
¡Olé!