Summary
Salt-stung boardwalks, parasols like pale moons, and a jazz-tinted breeze set the stage for Fay, a parlormaid whose porcelain composure masks a mind ticking faster than the resort’s roulette wheels. Tasked with impersonating her dazzling mistress so that the latter may elope with a penniless violinist, Fay slips into silk stockings scented with another woman’s lavender, glides through candlelit ballrooms, and lets society believe the lie—while the lie, in turn, begins to believe in her. Each twilight brings new erotic geometry: a senator’s carnivorous smile, a camera-flash marriage proposal, a telegram that could unmask everything. Virginia Ware plays the employer like a champagne bubble—iridescent, fragile, gone in a sip—while Fay Tincher’s Fay is a slow-rolling storm, equal parts sphinx and slapstick. The plot pirouettes from farcical hide-and-seek inside a bathing machine to a nocturnal chase across moon-drenched dunes where silk shreds on thorns and every footprint is an accusation. When the final lens iris closes, the film leaves us tasting brine and betrayal, wondering whether the siren of the title is the sea, the mistress, or the maid who dared to dream above her station.
Synopsis
Fay agrees to pose as her mistress so that her mistress can marry the man of her choice.
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