"Vanessa could have been anything - Icelandic, Armenian, Egyptian, whatever. It would have hit me with the same force. I wouldn't say that it was the French thing. [...] We met briefly years ago. I remember thinking, ouch. It was just hello, but the contact was electric. That was in 1993. It wasn't until 1998, when I went to do the Polanski film The Ninth Gate and was in the lobby of the hotel, getting messages. I turned around and across the lobby saw this back. She had on a dress with an exposed back. I thought, Wow. Suddenly the back turned and she looked at me. I walked right over, and there were those eyes again. I knew it was her. She asked, 'Do you remember me?' I said, 'Oh yeah.' We had a drink, and it was over with at that point. I knew I was in big trouble."