A devoted dancer who didn't like films but was a naturally gifted actress, and was perenially cursed to be always asked about he short but illustrious career in...films.
Just her name alone made men sigh and faint. Or maybe it's just me. Red Shoes, The Tales of Hoffmann, come on. She was so cute and delicate like this blossom that only pops up for a few hours, and yet oh-so strong. A really woman's woman. Liked her a lot. Those two films imprinted her sweetness onto my sweetness and the rest, as they say, is history. I ache for you, still, Moira. More Moira!