Is she like Calypso in The Camomile Lawn, knelt down and speechless by the fire, resembling Jennifer Ehle so closely, as the camera lingers at her being naked as a jaybird, and quite comely at that?
Or is she perhaps more like Felicitas in Flesh and the Devil, a dead ringer for Greta Garbo, who brazenly encouraged illicit love and rivalry, only to go quietly by falling through thin ice?
Sometimes the siren's call is more a winsome variation in its silence.
Note: for those who don't know, Greta Garbo is widely considered one of the greatest actresses of classic cinema. She actually began her lustrous career in silent films. The luminous Jennifer Ehle, on the other hand, is a current thespian who never fails to captivate. She has quietly become one of the more gifted at her craft.