Sunset Boulevard (1950) - Updated

"Yes, this is Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles, California. It's about five o'clock in the morning. That's the Homicide Squad - complete with detectives and newspapermen. A murder has been reported from one of those great big houses in the ten thousand block. You'll read about it in the late editions, I'm sure. You'll get it over your radio and see it on television because an old-time star is involved - one of the biggest. But before you hear it all distorted and blown out of proportion, before those Hollywood columnists get their hands on it, maybe you'd like to hear the facts, the whole truth."

So begins one of the most caustic dramas ever constructed in Hollywood or about Hollywood and it was gifted to us by screenwriter-director extraordinaire Billy Wilder. His previous hard-edged film-noir Double Indemnity had its own cynical narrator with a memorable voice-over of his own. However, Walter Neff was only on the verge of dying, when we hear the voice of Joe Gillis he is already speaking from the grave. It is a fantastic angle in which to look at this seemingly perfect Hollywood construction and Gillis never ceases to tell his story until we wind up at the pool as the story comes to a close.

For now we learn that six month back Joe (William Holden)  is a writer who is having difficulties being published and some men want to repossess his car. Desperate, he pays a visit to a friend at Paramount named Mandrake to pitch an idea, but the script is of little merit according to a pretty young script reader. That's a dead end so Joe leaves, but the men are waiting for him and he zooms away. A flight tire leads him to drive away into an empty garage connected to a dilapidated old mansion of Sunset Boulevard. 

There he is mistakenly introduced to drama queen Norma Desmond (Gloria Swanson) who used to be big on the silent screen back in the day. Now all she has is money, fan letters and old memories to rehash while her butler Max (Erich von Stroheim) watches over her. The theatrical actress believes her big comeback is soon at hand and when she learns Joe is a writer she takes interest. He needs the money so he takes a look at her rough script meant to be a vehicle for her. A small commitment turns into a life consuming undertaking. Desmond constantly hovers and dotes over Joe going so far as having his things moved into her home and buying him new clothes and trinkets. He reluctantly accepts the first class treatment, not minding the cushy lifestyle. But to Norma its more. 

He is her closest companion and her love. Joe cannot bear to tell her that she is washed up and that there will never be anything between them. He ditches her intimate New Years party for a more friendly affair where he crosses path with his old bud Artie (Jack Webb) and his girl the critical script girl Betty Schaeffer (Nancy Olson). She takes an interest in a few of his past ideas, but he does not and after getting shocking news from Max he is pulled back to his lavish prison.

Eventually Norma is prepared to drop off her script with her former collaborator the great Cecil B. DeMille. However, it becomes all too clear that her story will amount to nothing, but her friend cannot bear to break her heart. She is sent off again with the strong conviction that her day is coming. Makeover's, diets and facials follow in preparation. Joe is indifferent to it all and secretly begins working at nights with Betty on a new screenplay. 

Desmond finds the script and jealously takes over causing her to call Betty to ruin the romance that is rapidly budding there. Joe hears it all and angrily tells the disbelieving Betty to come see his set-up on Sunset Boulevard. He acts as if he likes the life and Betty leaves brokenhearted. Soon after a fed up Joe packs his bags to head back to Ohio. Thus, begins the systematic breakdown that we had expected for so long. Norma Desmond completely falls apart and does the one thing she knows to hold on. 

Back in the present the crowds and journalists have turned out to see the has been movie star who is stark raving mad, and one last time Norma does not disappoint. She glides seamlessly down the stairs with a serenely ethereal look on her face before preparing for her closeup. So ends the career of one Norma Desmond and the life of Joe Gillis. We can only hope that Betty got together again with Artie otherwise this would remain one of the bleakest tales of all time.

However, that is part of the power of this film. It is strangely dark and ominous. Franz Waxman's score is fit for a Gothic melodrama  and Desmond's mansion is a creaky old foreboding castle that hardly sees the light of day. Max is a solemn figure who we learn brought Norma stardom, married her, got divorced and then could not live without her. Joe Gillis gets caught in a cycle he cannot get out of and in the middle of the whole mess is Desmond herself. She is so preoccupied with herself, so obsessed with her own former glory, and yet she is an lonely, insecure aging actress. In many way she is Citizen Kane's female counterpoint. A person with so much money, prestige and power who slowly drifts away into oblivion without anyone caring except hungry journalists. Much in the same way, although Norma is so petty and vain in so many ways, I cannot feel sorry for her existence. She is an utterly pitiful person in the end. No one deserves her fate.

In this way Sunset Boulevard seems to critique Hollywood a place that make stars like Norma Desmond and spit them back out just as easily. It is not easily figured out or understood it just does at is pleases. For instance Billy Wilder became an immigrant writer and director of great repute. Cecil B. Demille was a longtime respected director. Erich von Stroheim had early success with silent films then had to turn to acting. Gloria Swanson was a silent star then struggled in the 1930s. William Holden broke out in the 30s, hit is peak in the 1950s and continued to act into the 70s. Nancy Olson went on to make a few classic Disney movies and Jack Webb of course went on to create the TV Show Dragnet. Each Hollywood career starkly different from the others. 

 There is also such an authenticity in this film so much so that sometimes the line between fiction and reality is blurred. First, Wilder cast Gloria Swanson to play former silent star Norma Desmond in the film, so it seems like she is playing herself (Complete with old promotional photos and silent footage). He also had appearances by both von Stroheim and Demille who had directed Swanson in her silent days. Some of Desmond's bridge friends include other real silent stars including Anna Q. Nilsson, H.B. Warner and the legendary Buster Keaton (His career had also crumbled). Even gossip columnist Hedda Hopper gets into the mix to tell the tragic story of Desmond and it all works. 

So whether you watch Sunset Boulevard for the Hollywood side, or as a film-noir, or a love story, or a tragic drama, the beauty of it is that it functions as all of those things simultaneously. Gloria Swanson is absolutely loopy, William Holden is as cynical as ever with his smoked-out gravelly voice. Von Stroheim is haunting as the faithful Max and Nancy Olson is the one young friendly face in juxtaposition with Swanson. 

Billy Wilder's script with Charles Brackett is inspired a multitude of times, but instead of telling you I will give you a taste: 

"There once was a time in this business when I had the eyes of the whole world! But that wasn't good enough for them, oh no! They had to have the ears of the whole world too. So they opened their big mouths and out came talk. Talk! TALK!"

That's Norma Desmond in a nutshell for you. That's Sunset Blvd.

5/5 Stars