Sunset Boulevard, a metaphor for the heroine Norma Desmond's twilight and the fall of a superstar, is also the place where the whole tragedy happened. I was stunned and utterly wonderful about how Sunset Boulevard cast everyone on the show tragically in black and white.
At the beginning of the film, a dead man narrates a murder case. A man's body floats in the swimming pool of a mansion, and the deceased is surrounded by reporters and police officers to expand the description of the story. That's the hero, Joe.
The car inadvertently turned into Sunset Boulevard and broke down, with an unnamed deserted mansion in front of it. Joe had no idea that this decision would change the fate of his life. From then on, he wore a mink coat and bespoke tuxedo, a gold cigarette case, and played bridge with his Hollywood colleagues of silent film superstar Desmond, without having to endure starvation and debt collection. But the gift of fate is clearly priced, and he sold his soul and freedom, as if imprisoned for life in Desmond's gentle country. In fact, it can be seen from his expression that he and her are by no means compatible. But maybe it was his wrist-slashing suicide that night that moved him, or maybe it was the silk pajamas and the silver cutlery that moved him, and he finally chose to stay in this suffocating mansion.
Suffocation - The whole film feels eerie, suffocating and terrifying from the start, but I'm personally fascinated. Especially the narration and soundtrack of the dead man buried here for the orangutan, Joe can see through it but not tell it.
Looking back, I realized that Desmond's madness today is inseparable from his butler Max, and will eventually reveal his true identity. I must admit I was totally shocked when I found out. As someone who has been with her since the beginning, Max is also a talented person. A discerning eye, he admired, promoted, and adored Desmond until the end of the silent era. In his heart Desmond will always be the most talented superstar, this confidence and crazy love blinded his eyes. He's willing to become her full-time housekeeper from director, even serving her and her successor husband, falsifying fan letters to let Desmond indulge in the past. It can be said that the Desmond tragedy was mainly caused by Max's single-handed manipulation. She was like a doll he took care of. She was hidden in a luxurious mansion. What she did every day was to watch the movies she participated in in the past and change herself. portrait. That's the craziest and absurd thing about the whole film in my mind - how people can deceive themselves and others to such an extent. But her shadow under the light and shadow is so goddamn good.
This is what bothers me the most. When a woman is aging. No matter how much money Desmond has, she's not getting what she wants: getting back on the screen, or getting Joe. But such a proud woman, whether it is her face, hands or her heart, is already riddled with holes.
The most ironic thing is that Desmond's only exposure to the spotlight and cameras now is when she goes crazy after she shoots and kills her beloved Joe, accepting the swarms of police and reporters and some " An interview with the producer of the documentary". Police surrounded her, but she only smeared thick powder on her face.
She looked so happy, so radiant, as if the silent era had just arrived. But her expression was out of control, her face was hideous, and she was not where she was. She was finally "empty" and forever "buried" in the memory of the past.
The final scene is a classic in film history, Desmond walks to the camera like an old heroine and confesses her love for movies, but it's all just her paranoia and fantasy until her vision blurs...
After watching it, the stamina is enough. There was no provocation but tears flowed.
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