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From “A Conversation With Marie Windsor”, by Michael Mills:

Kubrick had all his shots laid out before he started, all sketched out by his wife, who was quite a good artist. He had them all around his office. I guess that’s why we made it in 21 days, with very few takes. The scene where I took my eyelashes off we did in two takes.

He didn’t direct in front of anybody else. He’d say, Marie. Come over here a minute. We’d go behind the scenery, and he’d say, In this scene I want you to be really tired and lazy. I’d had some stage training, and he was trying to get me not to use my big voice…

When I won the Look award for Best Supporting, Kubrick wanted to shoot publicity shots with his house for a background. You can’t believe this guy. He slept on a torn mattress with no sheets, windows that had burlap hanging instead of curtains. It looked worse than skid row, but Kubrick really thought he had charisma.

Kubrick had a part for me in Lolita as Shelly Winters’ best friend, but there was a problem in England with the EADY plan, and there was no way that they could squeeze me in. I haven’t seen him in a long time, but we exchange Valentine’s cards. I feel people have more time to think about it if they get a Valentine. Christmas is too crazy with other things.

When I was in college the professor pointed out the resemblance between Marie Windsor and Marisa Berenson, to which I would add Shelley Duvall and that last girl in Full Metal Jacket.  All have slightly narrow faces with long but delicate noses. 

In “The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana”, by Umberto Eco, the protagonist has total amnesia, induced by a stroke.   His wife suggests he visit his childhood home in hopes of recovering his memories and remember who he “is”. 

While there, he finds a magazine his childhood self had saved, with a picture of a beauty of the time.

…my heart suddenly withered, as if by a tongue of flame.  I could not resist the urge to bend down to that face and touch my lips to its lips.  I felt no physical sensation, but that is what I must have done furtively in 1939, at seven, already no doubt in the grip of certain agitations… Certainly I must have formed, out of all those images that had transported me, my ideal figure, and were I to have the faces of all the women I have loved in front of me, I could extract from them an archetypal profile, an Ideal I have never realized but have pursued my whole life.