Her eyes skirt off to the side, avoiding direct comprehension. Her smile is slight, directed inward, winsome, vaguely sad, open to consolation. Her pale complexion is white unto translucence, revealing an undercurrent of swirling passion, like a whirlpool lurking beneath an ice flow. Blonde, Berlin-born Ina Weisse has appeared in a handful of German productions, and her onscreen allure is as mysterious and irresistible as attraction itself. Why are we drawn to the fair and the fine? What is the allure of deep-felt feminine emotion, of yearning and longing that verges on the border of pain? Life’s beauty can be so bold and absolute that it strikes us like a hammer to the heart. But don’t get all bummed out by this doom-upon-the-bloom philosophizing. Ina is also adept at comedy.