Oscar Vault Monday – Sunset Blvd. 1950 (dir. Billy Wilder)
When I first netflixed this film I watched it three times before sending it back – twice back-to-back and then a third time the next morning. I was completely blown away with how wonderful it was, from start to finish. I know a lot of people consider Some Like It Hot to be Billy Wilder’s best film and as much as I like that one, I have to disagree and go with Sunset Blvd. It is a masterpiece in every sense of the word. The film was nominated for 11 Academy Awards, winning three for black-and-white Art Direction, Best Writing – story and screenplay and Best Score. For Best Picture it was up against Father of the Bride, King Solomon’s Mines, Born Yesterday and lost to All About Eve. All About Eve wound up winning six Oscars in all. Another tight race that year was Best Actress, Gloria Swanson in Sunset Blvd. was up against Bette Davis and Anne Baxter in All About Eve, but all three lost to Judy Holliday in Born Yesterday. Having watched all three of those films within a few days of each other it is my belief that, although Holliday’s performance was stunning, the other three women spilt the vote so severely that Holliday won by default. I’ll say it up front, I enjoyed All About Eve, but I deeply love Sunset Blvd. and think it is by and far the greater of the two films.
Beware: there be spoilers after the cut.
I have so much love for this movie I’ve had anxiety about writing this post all week. This movie is so far ahead of its time in so many ways, I think that has a lot do to with why modern audiences still love it to this day. I also think it’s a lot more cynical and candid about how harsh the industry can be than All About Eve, which is more about how cut-throat actors can be, that perhaps it made the Academy too uneasy for it to win the top prize, regardless of its quality.
I would also like to say that after having watched this film I feel completely ripped off by American Beauty. When I first saw that film I thought its opening was so original, and then I watched this film and discovered that it had all been done before, 50 years before in fact. Sunset Blvd. begins with William Holden’s dead body floating in a pool, Holden narrating about his own murder. What I love about this scene is, even though it’s insanely gruesome, there’s wry humor in the narration:
Gillis: The poor dope. He always wanted a pool. Well, in the end he got himself a pool — only the price turned out to be a little high.
Although Holden was known throughout the 40s as Hollywood’s Golden Boy, his turn in Sunset Blvd. earned him his first Oscar nomination, ultimately he lost to José Ferrer in Cyrano de Bergerac. He would win in 1954 for Stalag 17, also directed by Wilder. He was great in his Oscar-winning performance for sure, but I think his turn in this film is his best. It’s one of his most subtle performances, but also one of his most layered. A lot of what makes his turn as failed screenwriter Joe Gillis so wonderful is these little things he does with his face, mostly in reaction to Gloria Swanson’s Norma Desmond, whose performance is often the only one discussed in regards to this film. That is completely unfair, because although Swanson’s performance is heart of the film, everyone in the film is equally spot on.
Much like the character she plays in the film, Gloria Swanson was a huge star in the early days of Hollywood. She was nominated for back-to-back Oscars in 1928 and 1929. She made over 50 films from 1914 to 1934 then didn’t make another film until 1941 then disappeared again until her marvelous turn as Norma Desmond in this film, for which she received her third Oscar nomination. Oddly enough, the role was rejected by Mae West, offered to Mary Pickford, but she demanded too much project control and also turned down by Pola Negri, before being accepted by Gloria Swanson. It’s hard, if not impossible, to picture anyone but Swanson playing this role. Her performance is widely considered one of the greatest screen performances of all time and Norma is considered one of the greatest characters in cinema history. She attacks this role with gusto and never lets up until the final frame.
The first meeting between these two stars is not only one of the most famous scenes from the film, but also one of the most famous scenes in all of cinema. The writing and line delivery is simply perfect, although often people only quote part of the conversation, which I think ruins Wilder’s work.
Gillis: You’re Norma Desmond. You used to be in pictures. You used to be big.
Norma: I am big. It’s the pictures that got small.
Gillis: I knew there was something wrong with them.
What makes this dialogue so poignant is not just Norma’s famous line, but Gillis’ response. Holden’s delivery of the line is so honest and subtle, it’s a perfect jibe at the state of Hollywood at the time.
I love how Wilder used pieces of Swanson’s past to create Norma’s past. Norma Desmond’s house is filled with old pictures, that are actually from Swanson’s days as silent film star, Norma and Gillis even watch one of Swanson’s actual films. It’s the touches like this that make the film feel so real.
In fact, Norma’s servant is played by Erich Von Stroheim, who had been a silent film director and had worked with Swanson extensively. Sunset Blvd. marked Stroheim’s only Oscar nomination, although he lost to George Sanders in All About Eve. Stroheim’s performance as Max Von Mayerling is one of the most heartbreaking aspects of the film. He’s a broken man, whose sole purpose in life is to keep up Norma’s illusions of grandeur. He acts out of both guilt and undying love for the forgotten screen siren.
The film continues its commentary on Hollywood’s ability to completely love and then utterly forget its own stars with Norma’s bridge club, consisting of more silent film stars. Although they go unnamed, Buster Keaton, Anna Q. Nilsson and H.B. Warner all play themselves.
There’s also a great scene wherein Swanson does a spot-on impersonation of Charlie Chaplin, tumbling included.
Later in the film Cecil B. DeMille makes a cameo as himself. Apparently DeMille and Swanson were friends in real life and had been for years. He used to call her “Young Fella” and this pet name made it into the film.
Nancy Olson’s Betty Schaefer is the “straight man” in the film and her scenes with Holden are particularly wonderful. Betty “comes from a picture family,” her grandparents and parents having all worked in the industry. She’s everything Gillis wishes he could be when it comes to being a screenwriter. She also represents the innocence and hope that he had when he first came to Hollywood. As the film ends, however, Betty is introduced to the ugly side of Hollywood and ultimately her character serves as another way for Wilder to demonstrate that even if you think you know how dark the Hollywood machine is, it can get darker.
Jack Webb appeared in this film a year before he gained iconic status on Television as Sgt. Joe Friday in Dragnet. His character, much like Olson’s Betty, represents all that is good about Hollywood.
The final scene of the film is one of the most haunting things I have ever seen. The eerie score works perfectly with the dream-like sequence as Swanson floats down her staircase and delivers yet another of the most iconic lines in all of film history:
I can’t go on with the scene. I’m too happy. Do you mind, Mr. DeMille, if I say a few words? Thank you. I just want to tell you how happy I am to be back in the studio making a picture again. You don’t know how much I’ve missed all of you. And I promise you I’ll never desert you again, because after Salome we’ll make another picture, and another and another. You see, this is my life. It always will be. There’s nothing else – just us and the cameras and those wonderful people out there in the dark. All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my closeup.
Like Some Like It Hot, this film has one of the greatest closing lines of all time. It’s hard to describe how perfect this ending is if you’ve never seen the film. Let’s just say it will stick with you long after it fades to black.
If you’re interested in buying Sunset Blvd. you can do so here.
Posted on June 28, 2010, in Oscar Vault Monday and tagged 1950, All About Eve, Anna Q. Nilsson, Anne Baxter, Bette Davis, Billy Wilder, Born Yesterday, Buster Keaton, Cecil B. DeMille, Erich von Stroheim, Gloria Swanson, H.B. Warner, Jack Webb, Judy Holliday, Nancy Olson, Oscar Vault Monday, Sunset Blvd., the Academy Awards, The Oscars, William Holden. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
I first saw Sunset Blvd. on black and white TV in the 1960s. That final scene with Norma thinking she is filming Salome with DeMille has never left my brain since. I can close my eyes and see it anytime I want.
And the opening scene – very different from the usual movie opening – colored the whole movie – I remember at the age of 14 hoping that maybe it would turn out differently in the end. But it didn’t.
Swanson is unforgettable. I can’t think of anything else to say.
And I have to agree with you that Holden’s performance in this is every bit as terrific as his award-winning performance in Stalag 17. (One of my favorite movies – I have been wanting to direct the play for years.)
Movies like this are the reason that some films are like some literature, destined to live on and on……
it really has endured like a piece of great literature.
This was one of the movies that got me to love old movies. I remember catching it one night on TCM when I was a teen, and it’s one of the main reasons I love film to this day.
I remember being so perplexed and devastated by the conceit of having the film narrated by the dead character. That was one of the man things that made this film stand apart.
I could ramble on, but I’d pretty much just be repeating everything you’ve said. It’s not only Wilder’s best film, it’s one of the best films ever made – making my top ten easily. I think the reason it didn’t do as well as All about Eve, Oscar-wise, is that Sunset Blvd. cuts to the heart of Hollywood and is deeply cynical about what goes on there, whereas All about Eve is really about the world of theater, and it isn’t nearly as cynical at that. I really love both films, but I think Sunset Blvd. is better for that very reason.
I totally agree with everything you said about the film. It really is one of the best films ever made and I don’t see any film beating it any time soon.
People think that Some Like It Hot is Billy Wilder’s best picture?? They must be nuts…
I’ve seen Sunset Blvd. countless times, but the best experience was with an audience. They laughed, they gasped, they cringed–on on cue. It was amazing. My whole family went (then, ages 14 to 50+), none of them had ever seen it before and they all ended up loving it. Wilder had one of the most modern sensibilities of any Classic Hollywood director, which is why his films endure, unlike so many of his contemporaries’.
I would love to see it in a theater. I feel like that would really enhance the experience. The Castro in San Francisco is showing it this weekend! Sadly I no longer live in SF
Well, it wasn’t actually a theater per se–it was a screening at my university. 35mm, a good, clear print and about 300 people. At that same venue, I saw The Crowd and Metropolis both with live musical accompaniment (one man, one piano); it was amazing.
Love that third shot in the final picture. Shows that Norma Desmond is a raging nut job to a T.
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