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An aging actress of another era wastes away in her mansion on Sunset Blvd. It’s by chance alone that a young writer stumbles upon her dreary existence and is pulled deep down into her madness alongside her. That young writer is now floating face down in a beautiful pool.
A classic, a must-see, a brilliant film, Sunset Blvd. succeeds on every level no matter how desensitized by the past 60 years of filmmaking we’ve been.
Directed By: Billy Wilder
Written By: Billy Wilder, Charles Brackett, and D.M. Marshman, Jr
Starring: Gloria Swanson, William Holden, Erich von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, and Jack Webb
There are thousands of angles to take on this movie, but there are three that are particularly fascinating in the modern context – its status as a horror film, its theme of shifting stories, and what most consider a new invention, the meta angle.
Sunset Blvd. begins with a very convincing body trying its damnedest to breath pool water (a shot achieved using a mirror on the bottom concrete) while simultaneously narrating our tale. It’s clear that violence is more than a possibility, and the former living man makes it clear that we need to hear the real story before it gets distorted. Fortunately, that man is Joe Gillis (William Holden), and Joe Gillis is a writer.
The flick plays with more than a few genre tropes, but it’s genuinely frightening when it wants to be. Regardless of the drama, the noir, or the tragedy, the movie that it most resembles is Misery – the story of a writer who is stranded in the house of a crazed fan. Norma Desmond (Gloria Swanson) is incapable of being a fan of anyone but herself, but she could beat Annie Wilkes in a fistfight or a staring contest. She’s insane from the moment we meet her (trying to bury her sweet pet chimpanzee), but Wilder isn’t content to make her a flat boogeyman. There are few slasher icons as scary as Norma Desmond, but she’s ultimately sympathetic (until she swings right back to being murderous and pants wettingly-horrifying. Still, if you don’t believe this movie is a horror flick, take a look into Desmond’s face and try and deny it.
The most prevalent theme is one of shifting stories, and there are more than a few elements that Wilder and company play with:
Alongside the stories, the concept of playing parts and roles is explored heavily too. It’s through this, and through simple roles like “mother,” “husband,” “servant,” and “master” that it transcends the bonds of being another simple Hollywood movie about Hollywood. It becomes something we call relate to (even if we’ve never been held as a de facto prisoner in a wealthy old loner’s house).
Since it’s a story about stories, it has no choice but to be meta, but Wilder plays around with that concept as well. For one, it’s a movie starring a silent film star/aging actress about a silent film star/aging actress trying to be in a movie. For two, Gillis and Betty (Nancy Olson) are working on an “Untitled Love Story” script together while falling in love. Plus, Gillis is a writer who had a few hits but has sunken into joblessness – a situation that mirrors William Holden at the time. He’s essentially playing the writer version of himself, just as Swanson is playing the insane version of herself. There’s also the real-life filmmakers to take into consideration here as well.
A million more words could be written (and probably have) about this incredibly deserving film. It’s ultimately a story about people caught in the middle of a changing time and the various responses they have to it – which is why it’s fantastic that it’s so timeless. It’s a modern movie made before the modern era that hasn’t lost a step or gained a wrinkle since it first premiered. Fortunately, it’s nothing like its washed up main character because it’s her descent into madness (and down the stairs) that’s the most captivating element of all. It was a star-making turn for Gloria Swanson – just in time for her to retire. Life has a funny way of teasing art that way. That’s why it’s important to get the real story before it gets all distorted.
Next Thursday, we’ll welcome a vagrant into our homes with My Man Godfrey.
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