My father was a producer, director, multi award winner. As a girl I'd tell our projectionist to replay this film over and over, all alone in our damask-walled theater. I knew that If I could become Beppie, I could be bigger than my father, better than him, I'd make my own films and win my own awards. Over and over. But, oops, I went to prison instead, and live now in his pool house shooting dope, my bangs short.