Sitting together in my dressing room at Caesars Palace, Francis and I reminisced. He told me how much he’d enjoyed my show and then, after a brief pause, added, “Why aren’t you making movies?” I almost burst into tears and thought, How are you seeing something in me that no one else does? Instead, I told him about the rejections I’d had for being too old, too ethnic, too tall, or too typecast. I was “Cher, of Sonny & Cher”—made a punch line for my complicated personal life.
