Sometimes directors sought out Deneuve, the inhumanly beautiful blonde, the icon to be worshipped and, on occasion, defiled. Sometimes she sought them out. “I like to be directed, to be someone else’s instrument,” she says, sipping her Diet Coke (no ice), still lovely at 67 although clearly, as they say, “worked on.” “I like someone who knows what he wants from me and where he wants to take me.”
