Sunset Boulevard Reviews
Puede no ser del entretenimiento de muchos, pero Sunset Boulevard te puede envolver un una trillada historia y a la vez hacerte inmerso en los complejos marcos psicológico de los personajes.
The film then flashes back to a young writer (William Holden), down on his luck and pressured by repo men, trying to figure out a way to sell his work or borrow some money. He pulls into the driveway of a mansion by chance, and finds himself slowly entangled in another trap, that of an aging Hollywood star (Gloria Swanson). The feel is eerie from the start, as she seeks funeral arrangements for her pet chimp, lives in boundless ostentation, and has a single companion, her solemn servant (Erich von Stroheim) who plays an organ that otherwise wheezes drearily when the wind blows through it. While her pool and tennis courts have fallen into ruin, she lives in the past, surrounded by her own photographs and watching her own old movies. Out of what he feels to be necessity, he begins working for her and living with her, hating every moment.
Gloria Swanson, who was 51, turns in an outstanding performance, and has several fantastic scenes. The one where she and Holden sit in the dark with the projector light going through smoke is brilliant, and one of my favorites. Another is him dancing with her on the floor that she says Valentino had danced on, surrounded by an orchestra and expecting other guests, only to realize there will be none. The one where she imitates Charlie Chaplin, complete with a little tramp outfit, is truly special.
Wilder is excellent at gradually revealing just how far gone she is. It was a nice touch of his to include silent movie stars as her bridge companions in a small scene, including Buster Keaton, and to see Cecil B. DeMille on the set at Paramount was fantastic. We see both her delusion of still being an important star as she rolls up to the gate house in her expensive old car (an Isotta-Fraschini), and yet we also see her past stardom recognized by one of the gate keepers, and then people on the set when they realize she's there. It's a very touching moment.
Things get more complicated when Holden begins working with the fiancé (Nancy Olson) of his affable friend (Jack Webb, soon to be better known for Dragnet). Not all of the scenes revolve around Swanson, and the one where Holden and Olson play act a romantic scene at a party is intelligent, funny, and utterly charming.
The film gives us a behind the scenes look at Hollywood - brainstorming over scripts, the writing process, the vanity of those in the limelight, and the opulence. Swanson gets a little over the top at times especially towards the end, but the film feels both sadly true, and yet also fantastical, with her mansion other-worldly and not unlike that of the one Miss Havisham has in 'Great Expectations', as Holden observes early on. With such a setting and those poignant overtones, and having excellent direction, cinematography, script, and cast, it's hard to go wrong with this one.
"You don't have the eat the whole jar of caviar to know it's good", says Clifton Lawrence in Sidney Sheldon's seminal "Stranger In The Mirror". The first shot of Sunset Boulevard, promises of the focus to come, panning from a pavement over which the film's title is inscribed, to glide on, slowly and continuously, over the asphalt against which the opening credits roll, and over which presumably both wannabes and ageing have-beens get dragged over.
A young film-writer, Joseph Gillis (embodied by William Holden), is in financial dire straits, his rent unpaid for three months, his pleas for help to agents and producers falling on slickly deaf ears, with hired musclemen out to confiscate his car for unresolved debts. Echoes from Wilder's preceding works pepper the start. The dialogue and mise en scene richly recall glorious pulp fiction - Wilder had worked with Raymond Chandler in the pulpily magnificent "Double Indemnity" a few years earlier. A shot from the exterior, gliding into the upper windows of a building that houses Gillis's apartment reprises a similar one in "Lost Weekend".
Escaping from the henchmen, he stumbles into the crumbling, commodious estate of Hollywood's Miss Havisham. There hides and seethes, a middle-aged yesteryear Hollywood superstar Norma Desmond (played by Gloria Swanson, herself a big star in the 1920s). Two decades ago she had the whole tinseltown eating out of her hands, but now she refuses to accept retirement. Alone and drunk on the ghosts of that fantastic past, she is doted upon by a mysteriously asssiduous butler (enacted by Eric Von Stroheim - a famous founding director and filmstar himself). Norma persudes Gillis to stay, asking him to fine-tune a come-back (Norma : "I hate that word !") script she's writing to essay her glorious return. He needs to survive, and she needs someone who can further her delusion and even someone whom she can manipulate romantically. A young lady (essayed with utterly guileless charm by Nancy Olson) comes along later, vying for Gillis's attention... and he soon realizes what sort of arcing odysseys Sunset Boulevard can take you on.
Pic compendiates the best of Wilder's serious cinema. You see the sense of confident clear framing and smooth dynamism that is the filmic equivalent of being in luxury lodgings. The famous reply Norma gives when told "You used to big" is smoothly covered in a shot that swiftly moves from medium-distance confab to marquee close-up ; Gilles goes to a see a producer for help, and the shot starts not with commonplace back-'n'-forth cutting, but with a focus on the cigar-lighting prosperous producer and then drawing back to reveal Gillis across the gulf on the other side of the table. The sharp nip and juiciness of dialogue never subsides - it is not highly sophisticated but 'tis healthy corn of the highest caliber. The mature steadily evolving screenplay does not mock your intelligence - note how the tone implacably shifts when a young lady visits a house late in the story (inverted years later in 'The Apartment'). Even in spoken style and mood as a unusual reflection of temperature, one can sense here a dry crackly crisp sense of Americanness - also evident in 'Lost Weekend' and 'Ace in the Hole' - as if you were walking by on a hot American summer day.
Sometimes that auteuristic confidence takes too much risks. Death is revealed at the start, as though Wilder dares to say 'Take this - I have shown you the unexpected ending right at the start', unshakeable in his belief that the moment-to-moment gravitas of the story will carry it through. It's a brave decision, but alas it upends what could have been a shocking turn of events at the end (cf. 'American Beauty').
But that's only a minor gripe, and one of the joys of a superior screenplay like this, is how they richly populate their nooks and crannies where lesser works gape hollow between main scenes. As Gillis escapes the hoods, he drives by the cobbler and observes that the cobbler never judges you, he "just looks at your heels and knows the score!". Hollywood is serially skewered at the start with darting one-liners, culminating with a producer himself taking the hit - when he hears how another producer myopically let go of "Gone with The Wind", he confesses, "No, that was me - I said, 'Who wants to see a film about the civil war ?!"
None of the film's principals are introduced in movie-star style. Wilder reserves that honour for the iconic real life director Cecil B DeMille who plays himself in the movie. A phone call to the stage-set that a visitor is coming in to see him, has not one but two point of verbal relays , with only the third informed man in the chain of command, being able to go up to the venerable auteur himself to convey the message. We see a shot of DeMille from the back and then he turns sideways to reveal his face, surrounded as this cine monarch is by his courtiers - a subtly superb sequence overall.
Norma comes to see him, palpitating under a misapprehension, hoping he'll make a big picture again with her, so that they will relive the glamorous achievements of the several previous films they'd made two decades ago. DeMille, unlike some top directors, is flawlessly natural and subtly nuanced when it comes to emoting as an actor (he could easily embody a tough but wise and kind senior doctor), holding Norma's hand and being gently pampering towards her from start to finish, the scene doubly great because of their famous real-life director-heroine interactions from 1919 to 1921.
That sequence sports another beautiful moment, when a lighting man recognizes her and shines the spotlight upon her. It takes that artificial sun to make people notice her - murmurs spread - "Look ! , There's Ms.Desmond ! " and the decades collapse in nostalgia as film personnel mill around this superstar from the past. "Put that light back where it belongs", Mr.DeMille firmly says, returning to disburse order on the set, the only one time that he is unkind in his words or behaviour to Norma who seems to have missed the jab. Her complacent delusion swirls unchecked - "I don't care about the money!" she remarks, when DeMille suggests it is going to be an expensive film, as though the producer is going to have the money raining down from the skies.
In the film parlance of certain circles, there's the term "double acting", popular in the 60s and 70s, of a single actor portraying two separate characters in the same film. Gloria Swanson plays only one character here but she "double-acts". Her face contorts, eyes arc, cheeks tense, lips leer, hands are upflung in painting the grotesquerie of her tortured soul - the words merely reflect the Sturm und Drang already implicit in her expression. Swanson of course acts not just perfectly but also with time-transcending greatness - the role requires her to ham it up and she does so gloriously. It's a brand of exaggerated acting that artists were obliged to pull off in the centuries of stage dramas where quiet subtleties would be lost on physically far-away audiences, and in silent pictures perhaps where spoken dialogue was denied, but Norma keeps on doing this in her real life (interestingly, the one film reel we see of her youthful self shows tenderly subdued acting).
Her middle-aged face shows vestiges of a sharp-featured beauty, and the voice though husky, has a core of constant steel, now corroded by hubristic obssession. Her mansion in which she exiles herself, afraid to venture out into the real world, is a large high-ceilinged aristocratic affair, just outside of which the grounds and pool and driveway lie in disrepair, just like how the disorder swirls around her passably kempt demeanour. Her personality ricochets between borderline to narcissictic to suicidal, with dangerous instability being the only constant. When Gillis honestly tells her that she is the only person in that whole town who was kind to him, we eventually figure out what genre of kindness it actually was. Arriving after decades at the Paramount Pictures gate, she sees that the guard won't let her in, but an older one fondly recognizes her and gives access, but she does not say one word of "Hi! or "How are you?" or a warm smile or even a tip - there's just "open the gate", and "teach your friend some manners".
You may want to sympathize with her when she is in her piteous throes, but when Holden nee Gillis flings his hands in superbly conveyed utter frustration and declares, "There's nothing wrong in being 50, not unless you insist on being 25", and the lady cannot internalize the wisdom of his words, you wonder not just about the depth of unfulfilled desire in this fifty year old lady, but also about whether there was any hint of this madness when she was twenty-five years old.
Not for nothing was William Holden a leading star for two decades from the 1950s. At first his Joseph Gillis seems a run-of-the-mill character haplessly negotiating his pitiable fate but the role acquires more complexity as Gillis weighs how much longer he can subsist under a doting older lady. You can see the tension and the weight of decision simmering just under the skin of his face, silently erupting in a cold shower of dead smiles and complex manouevering when he eventually shows a visitor his deluxe current lodgings.
Great works automatically inspire weak imposters, but a landmark like Sunset Boulevard inspires certain segments in works that are great by themselves. Mario Puzo's iconic novel "The Godfather" has an floridly explicit sequence of a dethroned Hollywood queen similarly watching projected movies in her house while taking it much lower by sexually satisfying herself in the basest of ways with a younger man. Sidney Sheldon's magnum opus "The Stranger In The Mirror" has a sub-plot about a yesteryear founding father of the industry who now roils in pitiable shame and rage, desperate for a Hollywood that is gone even before the wind.
At one point in the finale, I had a faint doubt whether Sunset Boulevard was truly a masterpiece, but then a dark starburst erupts, when a director inside a director's film takes charge to breathe new life into an exit that seemed dead in the water. It's a man never letting go of pampering his love one last time, just as an artist will never stop blending nightmares and dreams into a swirling demi-monde. You can always count on auteurs to shine a shaft of salvaging light when the darkness is closing in all around.
After a young screenwriter gets a flat tire, he winds up in the home of a once famous silent actor named Norma Desmond and she ensnares him to have him bring one of her scripts to the big screen and to make her famous again.
Old film stars are an interesting topic. Its plot provokes sort of a haunting nightmare for everyone who wants to become a star. Its characters are memorable because of their execution. Norma Desmond is a character who slowly loses her insanity as it is slowly proven that reviving a silent film star isn't exactly the easiest thing to do. The ending shows you just how far she will go and it leaves some haunting thoughts in your head after you watch it. On the other hand though, I did feel that it was a little bit unneeded at first. I didn't feel like it was too necessary but that thought died off quickly.
Joe Gillis is a character that we kind of feel sorry for. He stumbles upon her house on accident and he starts to feel that he's stuck at her house. You really can't spoil the ending since it is revealed to us how the film ends at the beginning but it makes us feel sad for what happens to Joe because he was almost able to go back to his old life. However, I can understand why the movie would choose to end like that because it makes it more clear what its message is and it explains to us more about the meaning behind the movie.
The film's instrumental soundtrack is neither amazing nor bad. It just serves as a catchy soundtrack and it doesn't expand too much more than that. It isn't that impressive but I didn't notice it to be a distraction so I can't say that it diminished the movie's quality in any way.
The acting is great on all parts. Gloria Swanson plays a once popular silent film star who suffers from depression and has made several suicide attempts in the past. Her acting doesn't get too amazing until the final few minutes where she is able to convey several mods at once. However, she does a thoroughly convincing role throughout the movie. William Holden's acting remains above average throughout the film. I can't say that he had a moment which truly stood out from the rest but he is still able to convey an ensnared man who is trying to keep the reality of her fame a secret pretty well. He did a good job also.
For some reason, the most common complaint I seem to have about a movie is that it will have slow pacing which can bring me out of a movie to a varying degree and it can play a part in whether I'd want to watch it again. The issue I have with this movie is its talk-heavy dialogue. Some may not mind this but I grew eager for the movie to pick up its pace several times in the movie. Some movies are able to get around this issue though like "Russian Ark". Although it had slow pacing, it interested me because I love history and art. Also, it had superb cinematography and lighting. Some movies are successfully able to get around this problem. However, I lost much of my attention near the middle of the film because it did not provide a way to make me not mind its slow pace.
Despite the slow pacing though, this movie provides a great look on Hollywood and it can be surprisingly pretty upsetting at the ending (in a good way). I can understand why many consider this to be a masterpiece and I can see why it would be considered to be one of the greatest movies ever. It is a great movie, but it could have been much better if the pacing made it an easier film to watch and enjoy. Despite this though, it's still a great movie which has a lot going for it and it is a must-see if you're trying to catch up on classic works of cinema.