The most i usually hope for in an actor is that they do not irritate me. In a scene like this from ONE TOUCH OF VENUS (1948, Dir. William A. Seiter), Ava Gardner shows how the presence of a performer can withstand every mechanical handicap that can be provided: a dubbed vocal, awkward cross-cutting interruptions, a poorly cast Robert Walker, uninspired direction, and the only costuming a near-transparent toga (perhaps not an obstruction). Yet there she is, seducing the viewer with no visible effort. The miracle of cinema.