Merilin Monro

She was headstrong and capricious.

Lacked the intelligence and firmness of character.

She loved to listen to recordings by Frank Sinatra. Hours chatting on the phone.

Drank champagne, ate chocolate, tayavshy in her hands. It is always and everywhere late. And only on the set, in the light of Jupiter, was transformed. Front of the lens cameras her moist lips twitched invitingly, look exuded a love longing, pearly teeth shone in the sky smile. And the audience was the goddess of love of the twentieth century.