
May 22, 1963 · 63 years old

It is party day at Marguerite Dumont's castle. She sings wholeheartedly, but terribly out of tune. Marguerite has been living her passion in her own bubble, and the hypocrite audience acts as if she was the diva she believes she is.

A petty crook in search of the clichéd pot of gold at the end of the rainbow hopes to cash in by befriending the heir to a huge fortune.