Thirty-five years after the end of her movie career Greta Gustafson continues escaping from Greta Garbo. But totally incognito of course, if impossible.
The monstrous double which she wanted to avoid in the sacrifice of her art which follows her step by step. Her stolen youth gave life in this creature, which she never liked, in this fantasy which she neither wanted, nor understood, nor coped with. She has not the right to this normality which appears to her as the key of happiness.
The only point of anchoring: Sweden. The only sure value: the childhood. When she was small, she was one, without this tentacular double.
Walking during the hours, at a run, in all weathers, with the companion Sam Green who has never seen at least one of her films. Remain put into a monastery in his flat of New York with ban for Claire Koger, the servant, friend, intimate friend, sister and double for the last thirty years, for recalling a past epoch. But proscriptions jump, questions ring out and answers arrive, diverted, but always absolutely sincere.
Greta Gustafson, the Swedish, made space – always escaping – but not completely. Sam Green is a young trader of pictures. He is bright, respectful, funny, and completely under charm. He also represents the ultimate report of seduction, participation with a man for the last time. Claire Koger is Swiss German. She and Garbo have the same social origins. It is what Greta would have been able to be, if not existed Garbo. Together, they are two foreigners in New York. Two uprooted persons who invest the flat of the 52nd avenue as a raft.