El señor Wilder y yo

At fifty-seven, Calista Frangopoulou's career as a composer of soundtracks, a Greek who has lived in London for decades, is not at its best. Neither does her family life: her daughter Ariane hers is going to study in Australia, apparently not saddening her in the same way that it saddens her mother, and her other teenage daughter, Fran, is pending termination of an unwanted pregnancy. While her profession corners her and her daughters, determined or hesitant, begin to make their way by themselves, Callista remembers the moment when it all began for her; July 1976, when in Los Angeles, and ostensibly unprepared for the occasion, she appeared with her friend Gill at a dinner held by an old friend of her father: a seventies film director that neither of them knows anything about, and it turns out to be Billy Wilder; Wilder, who, with her elusive bonhomie, ends up hiring Callista as an interpreter to assist her in the filming of her new film, Fedora, to be shot in Greece the following year.