35mm. After a magnificent start, a continuous traveling with a crane inside a cabaret, all we have is a dead film and a diva caught in the meshes of her inability. But what beautiful queer icon she is in Adrian's indiscreet clothes - right in her time, before any time that would come. Well a star was exactly that, the ever in ever.
Was she Zara or Maria? Was she both? Neither? Still don't know. Ines, Lena & Rex's reactions kinda perplexed me. Have to get my hands on the Pirandello play. There's no such thing as love, that's a given. Bruno "loved" her for the estate he'd inherit from her being alive & Zara/Maria "loved" him for the second chance she's given at a clean life, even if she didn't love him at all. Cynicism 101. Garbo's gaze= Infinity