I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.
It has always been something of an intellectual game to attempt to read the enigma of the screen’s most beautiful face, and it still is. If there is a secret in it, perhaps it is that almost anything one wants can be read into the expression of that face. The essential difference of cinema from theater is that it provides a kind of waking dream for the audience; the imagination is free to roam, and, in Garbo’s case, the audience has habitually supplied in its own imaginings what her enigmatic expressions have left unspoken. In that sense, Garbo was the perfect cinema star.
Hollis Alpert (for the New York Times), 1965
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