Every so often I get emails asking me for advice about getting into films. Some of the letters are so elegant that I can't resist changing the name of the sender and forwarding it to people I think might be interested in giving me a job. Unfortunately, it's not as easy as that. Most of the jobs I have got have been by sheer luck or lying. I got into the Berliner Ensemble by lying, double lied myself into the Pasadena Playhouse, made my first Spanish film, Los Duendes de Andalucia , by being photographed at a corrida crying for the bull, found myself in the Philipines making The Omegans because I had gone to Hollywood with false hopes and finished up serving in a diner, and was put up for Where Eagles Dare because I had a bad cold and an even worse attitude.
All right! We are back talking about that most glorious of the stars in the night sky of horror cinema, Ingrid Pitt! Quite a bit has been made of this movie and I have opinions. He grabs her hair and cuts her head off. The Countess then pleads hardship, she has to leave, like, NOW, would the General be so good as to take care of Marcilla for awhile? The General agrees.