Stars are a special breed of actress. Some are so special that Emma Thompson declared recently that Audrey Hepburn “couldn’t act.” Perhaps that was her art. As a young girl in Nazi-occupied Holland, Audrey pedalled several times from her village to the woods where Resistance men were hiding, with provisions in her bicycle-basket. When stopped by a German patrol, she convinced them that she was the guileless pixie she decidedly was not. After they waved her on, I can imagine that she gave them enough of a smile to keep them foolish. If that wasn’t acting, that wasn’t acting. It was certainly some kind of training for the sweet duplicity that kept her young and made her seem forever artless.
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