Review of Sunset Boulevard (1950) by Paul J — 10 Dec 2013

Wilder dissects the "trappings" of Hollywood with perfection. Ironically, it never seems to get old. It's a story about Hollywood. The corruption, the meanness, the heartlessness and the lengths people will go to to get ahead. It's one of the most bitter films about Hollywood, yet there's such a strong affection there too. It borrows not just from film noir but also the monster movie. Hollywood is all about delusions - the movies themselves but also the talent involved. The environment in the film is an expression of Norman Desmond. The location is so memorable. Sunset Blvd. was named after being so bright when you drive along it. One is literally blinded by the sun, just like movie stars themselves. Blinded by fame and the spotlight. Gloria Swanson totally makes the film. She's astonishing to watch. Such power and presence yet she was only five feet tall. She desperately holds onto her dignity and achieves so much acting with her face and hands. She always clutching towards William Holden, spider-like. Eric Von Stroheim is also important. He directed Queen Kelly with Gloria Swanson (which is featured in the film). It ruined his career so we literally have art imitating life. At one point, when they drive through the Paramount gates, it's very self-reflective. "Young fella" is exactly what Cecil DeMille would call Swanson. He even agreed to play the role just for her, much like the character he was playing.

The final famous line, "Alright, DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up," is legendary. All actors say that for good luck while hugging the Paramount gates. Ironically, she doesn't actually get her close-up. It's all out of focus, like both her perspective and perhaps Hollywood in general. The ending is both hideous and tragic while also being very touching. After all, William Holden gets his swimming pool, Stroheim gets to direct again and Swanson gets her return. It's a happy ending! Sad but truthful. Our hero learns his lesson too late. Both very film noir and horror. At one point, Desmond states, "The stars are ageless." She's right. Especially when they become celebrity murderers. In some ways, her dementia is self-protection. Perhaps you need that in Hollywood. So, in the end, isn't Hollywood to blame?