John Smailes’ note: Marlene Dietrich, ‘the last goddess of screen actresses’, gave everything to her audiences. In Australia in mid 1965 for live stage appearances she was engaging, intense, intimate. In a theatre full of people she spoke only to you and you were no longer a fan but a confidante, a part of her inner circle. It was a rare gift, this connection. But when the lights went off she was… private. No interviews, no access. A colleague of mine on Sydney’s Sunday Telegraph courted her for a story. Hugh Curnow, handsome, debonair, a junior Hemingway, sent flowers and letters to her hotel and, perhaps flattered, she responded positively. For some reason memories of this long ago event came back to me as I pursued Norm Beechey for this…
