The Barefoot Contessa

I suppose when you spend most

of your life in one profession

you develop what could be called

an occupational point of view

So maybe I can be forgiven

for the first thing I

thought of that morning

Because I found myself thinking that

the staging and the setting

even the lighting of Maria's funeral

were just what she would have wanted

My name is Harry Dawes

I've been a writer

and director of movies

for longer than I like to remember

I go way back:
back

to when the movies

had two dimensions,

and one dimension

and sometimes no dimension at all

I wrote and directed all three

of the movies Maria D'Amata was in

Her short, full career,

from start to finish

I wrote it and directed it

On the screen, that is

What was I doing there?

The Fates or the Furies

or whoever wrote and

directed her short, full life

they took care of that

Anyway, there I stood

halfway around the world

from Hollywood and Vine

in a little graveyard

near Rapallo, Italy

watching them bury the

Contessa Torlato-Favrini

in ground she'd never

heard of six months ago

with a stone statue to mark the spot

Life, every now and then, behaves

as if it had seen

too many bad movies

When everything fits too well:

The beginning, the

middle and the end

from fade-in to fade-out

And where I faded in,

the contessa was not a contessa

She was not even a movie

star named Maria D'Amata

Where I faded in,

her name was Maria Vargas

and she danced in a

nightclub in Madrid, Spain

Ol!

Ol!

And so, once upon a time, three

years ago, we came to Madrid

to a not very fashionable

nightclub, to see Maria Vargas dance

Let me tell you who "we" were

The man with the sweaty

face and frightened eyes

was and is Oscar Muldoon

He's a public relations

man, which can be many things

unrelated and not public at all

The blonde was made

in Hollywood, USA

Her name was Myrna,

and she travelled

I was a writer and/or director,

who hadn't been doing too well

We were all in the

employ of Kirk Edwards

Meet Kirk Edwards

You're saying to yourself

"So, that's what he looks like"

"A Wall Street wizard who came

up from the streets of New York"

"Who came up from the bottom,

but never really left it"

Don't feel sorry for Kirk Edwards

Not unless you're a

hungry psychiatrist

Kirk was producing a

motion picture, his first

He had as much in common

with anything creative

as I have with nuclear physics

Well, we'd been scouting for

what is called,

delicately, a new face

By most standards, flying all the

way to Madrid to look for a new face

would seem like going

to a lot of trouble

But I've known producers

who'd travel further

for a good smoked whitefish

Hey, um... Hey, Mac!

"S, seor"

How come the band is takin' a break?

- Uh, please. Don't...

- Signorina

Seorita. You're

in Spain now, buster

Seorita whatsis... Maria Vargas.

She does not dance no more?

No more, seor

You mean she dance only

one time, then "finito"?

"S, no ms. " One

time, then "finito"

Well, maybe she could dance one

more time, just for tonight, eh?

She never dance more.

One time and no more.

Well, why you not make her

dance more? You the boss, eh?

Is Maria Vargas. Nobody

boss. Maria Vargas

Funny, I always thought a woman

was a two-time thing. Sing it, Oscar

Oscar, have her come to the table

I'm very sorry, seor,

but Seorita Vargas

does not sit at the

tables with the guests

Now, I'm sure you don't consider

Mr Kirk Edwards just

an ordinary guest

Well, I have said, it is not

possible with Seorita Vargas

Well, maybe just this once,

for Mr Kirk Edwards

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