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Mar. 4th, 2005 @ 06:02 pm Ramblings on the film...
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eagil:
I just finished watching it, after waiting it to get to the library for a week. While watching, I took notes as well...over half on what I was doing, but I still think you may find them quite or somewhat amusing. Many spoilers, summary of each scene...the two kind of come together, s'long as you don't write up a converse.

Okay. So I got Sunset Boulevard from the library…but it was a DVD. I can’t stand DVD’s. And to add to that, the thing was so scratched up it wouldn’t even play. So I can’t see a film for another goddamned week.

Okay. The computer is playing it. Still isn’t as good, though. Damn!

The Corpse
Prelude-yay music! Sunset blvd. sign…yay brass! Yay Gloria! And Buster! Runs! Brass rhythm thingy! Squee! Franz Waxman is a genius. Er…okay, simmer down, Tani. Five a.m. Stringy. Tani, can you focus on nothing but music? Norma Desmond theme…low brass…no, Paramount theme…both…wotnot…

Money Trouble
Need to finish getting this done on piano. Not original enough, or too original. Yay octaves! Yay fireworks! Studio theme, again, faster, yay! Okay, Tani, no one else’ll want to hear about the music. Rudy’s! Squee! Shoe shine. Teehee. This is gonna be nonsensical. Dzang. Sheldrake…just had to bring up…’twould all be about…Bases Loaded!...MGM, if it’d been made there, like in The Cameraman. All studios had to put themselves in their films, eh? Just a rambling wandersome thought of mine. Crawl in a hole and pull it in after me. Squee, Gone With the Wind. I need the soundtrack to that, if it’s in existence. Wonderful horn solos. Ooh, car chase! Oh, not yet. Studio theme again…Schwab’s. $300…don’t you know the finest things in the world are written on an empty stomach? Sweetheart, maybe what you need is another agent…theme I don’t know…Studio in strings…brass rhythm thingy…can’t remember the name of this little piece…Car Chase? Don’t think so. Hmm. Blast. Yay runs! Poor car. What should I name it?

A White Elephant of a House
That’s Tani’s future house. There’ll be vintage everywhere…but I suppose I’m supposed to by typing ‘bout the film, not my future plans…as if I’ll ever be able to afford ‘em. The kind crazy movie people built in the crazy 20’s…Yay Great Expectations! Oliver Twist was better. Back to the quote…ooh, Norma theme, the real one, now…Max appears…anyhoo…back to the quote…tis referring to Tani, eh? She was born in the 90’s, well enough-1890, as all should know. When I grow up, I’m gonna be vintage! *eats rice candy* Mmm, foodage. Tis Gloria love! He always like fires, and poking them with a stick.

I Am Big, it’s the pictures that got small…
They opened their mouths, and out came talk, talk..! Mmm, house. Tani’s little castle. Ooh, it can be within the caves of her Lala Land! She dances the dance of the seven veils…you gotta love her expressions there. Whee. I said, sit down. Rocking with Norma theme, then to another unfamiliar named…I gotta learn these pieces better. Fitting music, no? Twould be interesting to see what anyone else would’ve done with it.

The Salome Script
Whoops. Went overboard last section. Silly melodramatic plots. I can say anything I want with my eyes. *eye hooha* When were you born? Yay old crazy ladies. I wouldn’t worry about money, I’ll make it worth you’re while.

An Invitation to Stay
Are you married, Mr. …ga-rage. *obsess* Ooh…the roof should be a tunnel! No, Tani just likes tunnels. Okay, they’re supposed to mention Vilma Banky soon…tennis court. Pool…Mabel, John, Vilma, Rod! All mentioned! Obsess! And Vilma couldn’t swim a lick! Mabel could, Vilma couldn’t. Squee.
Twas all very queer, but queerer things were yet to come. Organ grinder, draped in black…
The Face of a Star
Okay, don’t recognize this music at all. Tani has lost her mind. Max should try playing ragtime on that organ. That would make Tani giddy. Yay dress hooha…necklace looks like a garden hose…um…yay pictures! Ooh! Put it back! I love that quote. Oh, and the cinema-under-piccie can go to my Lala Land as well. Projection beats DVD. *eats crackers* Tani likes food…cast out this wicked dream which has seized my heart…and fire. Purty candles in the movie scene. Still wonderful, isn’t it? And no dialogue…those imbeciles. Movies within movies amuse Tani. Okay, on to bridge.

Bridge With the Wax Works
$.70. Yay Buster! Yay Ash Tray! Where’s the ash tray? Joe, can’t we have the ash tray? Nice music…Parading to Paramount? It’s like in Aspects of Love, just a bunch of repititous melodies, though I’ve not much a complaint, as it is love. Couldn’t get the bag of crackers open, so I’m eating strawberry pocky as well. Never had the strawberry pocky before, just the chocolate. I shall have to get more. Okies. I’ll really stop talking of my food now.

The Husbands’ Bedroom
Married 3 times. No locks anywhere in house, doctors suggested it…I’d forgotten about that. Wow. It’s been too long since I’ve seen this.

New Year’s Eve
This necklace does not look like a garden hose. Well, you should wear earring! Silly Joe! Yay! Eagle! I wants it! Tickling people would be fun, AND scare them! This may amuse me later. *eats chocolate pocky* Hollywood trash! Exactly! Hollywood Land was swell and dandy; modern hooha…what you’re trying to say is that you don’t want me to love you…don’t get that in the films no more…no, sirrah. The days of faded anarchists, silents, and innocent saloon films in which there was more to the plot than people trying to shoot each other to death are now gone…people think a film with a plot is worthless. All that counts is that there are loud noises

A Kept Man
I need to learn all the songs in the classic films. Where’s the bar? This would make a great …HOLY SHIT!!!!!! *giant spider comes up next to Tani…* *Tani no likey spiders, big or no, but refuses to kill them* *pauses film* How to get the damn thing away from my food and off the cover of the Sunset Boulevard inlay? *WOE* Okay. Pig pause here, fellas, while Tani decides to do in such a crises. Time help me, I don’t like spiders…may they all rot in Nastrand…*shudder*…Okay, took all the food upstairs…now I’m gonna take this to my room, out of the basement with spiders larger than the ones that used to reside in the shower of my old house every morning…Gawd, one of the worst things is when you’re taking a nice shower in the morning, quite mindless and such, when some huge crawly thing mayhap the length of a segment of a finger comes rushing down the wall. I think I’ll spare you details…but by Yiminy, the damn big-ass won’t budge from that SB inlay! Which is next to some of my food! *whines and tears* *screams* IT MOVED!!! Damn damn damn but it’s moving away from me, God love it! Away from me and towards where I keep my films and records…well, it’s away from me…I’ll give thought to the film storage later. *snatches up inlay, compy, and remaining food* Now that I’m past that ordeal, I’ve paused on the part where she’s on the phone…I think I’ll rewind it some…if you can call it that for DVD…
Great. Now the battery died. *runs to kitchen for the AC…hooks back up…* Ah, the trials of a classic film fan!
Okay. To find where I left off…If there do happen to be spiders in my room, lights are off, dark enough so I won’t see them lest the crawl o’er the compy screen…
Blind windows, phone laughter…gets irritating after a while…rhythm reapeating underneath other hooha…I think I went to the scene to early, or have been getting too distracted…she should’ve put gloves one, that’s what Tani’d do…or armwarmers, bright orange ones! Go away. (My song. You go.) To fall in love with you, that was the idiotic thing. Tone change. Great stars have great pride. Happy New Year, darling! Nothing. Someone inquiring about a stray dog. Act II of the musical. Hmm, is it next scene yet?

The Norma Desmond Follies
Missed it again to last scene…

…Okay, didn’t miss it, after all. And just to recap, Mabel Normand was never a Bathing Beauty. Gloria was. Now that’s music, and cut from the soundtrack! Audiences never thing that somebody sits down and writes a picture. Love this part. Tis equivalent to the Marie Dressler dance in Tillie’s Punctured Romance. And Paramount calls. And she still has the mustache.

Parading to Paramount
That idiot forgot to fill my cigarette case. I need to make iconsies. Norma, you’re smoking too much…wait…this is in the wrong scene…*moves up one…*How’d that happen…

…sorry for the confusion. Okay. So this is that piece of lovely brass honkin’. Jonesy!-

A Meeting With Mr. DeMille
*shoves mike away from her feather*
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I just finished watching it, after waiting it to get to the library for a week. While watching, I took notes as well...over half on what I was doing, but I still think you may find them quite or somewhat amusing. Many spoilers, summary of each scene...the two kind of come together, s'long as you don't write up a converse.

<lj-cut>Okay. So I got Sunset Boulevard from the library…but it was a DVD. I can’t stand DVD’s. And to add to that, the thing was so scratched up it wouldn’t even play. So I can’t see a film for another goddamned week.

Okay. The computer is playing it. Still isn’t as good, though. Damn!

The Corpse
Prelude-yay music! Sunset blvd. sign…yay brass! Yay Gloria! And Buster! Runs! Brass rhythm thingy! Squee! Franz Waxman is a genius. Er…okay, simmer down, Tani. Five a.m. Stringy. Tani, can you focus on nothing but music? Norma Desmond theme…low brass…no, Paramount theme…both…wotnot…

Money Trouble
Need to finish getting this done on piano. Not original enough, or too original. Yay octaves! Yay fireworks! Studio theme, again, faster, yay! Okay, Tani, no one else’ll want to hear about the music. Rudy’s! Squee! Shoe shine. Teehee. This is gonna be nonsensical. Dzang. Sheldrake…just had to bring up…’twould all be about…Bases Loaded!...MGM, if it’d been made there, like in The Cameraman. All studios had to put themselves in their films, eh? Just a rambling wandersome thought of mine. Crawl in a hole and pull it in after me. Squee, Gone With the Wind. I need the soundtrack to that, if it’s in existence. Wonderful horn solos. Ooh, car chase! Oh, not yet. Studio theme again…Schwab’s. $300…don’t you know the finest things in the world are written on an empty stomach? Sweetheart, maybe what you need is another agent…theme I don’t know…Studio in strings…brass rhythm thingy…can’t remember the name of this little piece…Car Chase? Don’t think so. Hmm. Blast. Yay runs! Poor car. What should I name it?

A White Elephant of a House
That’s Tani’s future house. There’ll be vintage everywhere…but I suppose I’m supposed to by typing ‘bout the film, not my future plans…as if I’ll ever be able to afford ‘em. The kind crazy movie people built in the crazy 20’s…Yay Great Expectations! Oliver Twist was better. Back to the quote…ooh, Norma theme, the real one, now…Max appears…anyhoo…back to the quote…tis referring to Tani, eh? She was born in the 90’s, well enough-1890, as all should know. When I grow up, I’m gonna be vintage! *eats rice candy* Mmm, foodage. Tis Gloria love! He always like fires, and poking them with a stick.

I Am Big, it’s the pictures that got small…
They opened their mouths, and out came talk, talk..! Mmm, house. Tani’s little castle. Ooh, it can be within the caves of her Lala Land! She dances the dance of the seven veils…you gotta love her expressions there. Whee. I said, sit down. Rocking with Norma theme, then to another unfamiliar named…I gotta learn these pieces better. Fitting music, no? Twould be interesting to see what anyone else would’ve done with it.

The Salome Script
Whoops. Went overboard last section. Silly melodramatic plots. I can say anything I want with my eyes. *eye hooha* When were you born? Yay old crazy ladies. I wouldn’t worry about money, I’ll make it worth you’re while.

An Invitation to Stay
Are you married, Mr. …ga-rage. *obsess* Ooh…the roof should be a tunnel! No, Tani just likes tunnels. Okay, they’re supposed to mention Vilma Banky soon…tennis court. Pool…Mabel, John, Vilma, Rod! All mentioned! Obsess! And Vilma couldn’t swim a lick! Mabel could, Vilma couldn’t. Squee.
Twas all very queer, but queerer things were yet to come. Organ grinder, draped in black…
The Face of a Star
Okay, don’t recognize this music at all. Tani has lost her mind. Max should try playing ragtime on that organ. That would make Tani giddy. Yay dress hooha…necklace looks like a garden hose…um…yay pictures! Ooh! Put it back! I love that quote. Oh, and the cinema-under-piccie can go to my Lala Land as well. Projection beats DVD. *eats crackers* Tani likes food…cast out this wicked dream which has seized my heart…and fire. Purty candles in the movie scene. Still wonderful, isn’t it? And no dialogue…those imbeciles. Movies within movies amuse Tani. Okay, on to bridge.

Bridge With the Wax Works
$.70. Yay Buster! Yay Ash Tray! Where’s the ash tray? Joe, can’t we have the ash tray? Nice music…Parading to Paramount? It’s like in Aspects of Love, just a bunch of repititous melodies, though I’ve not much a complaint, as it is love. Couldn’t get the bag of crackers open, so I’m eating strawberry pocky as well. Never had the strawberry pocky before, just the chocolate. I shall have to get more. Okies. I’ll really stop talking of my food now.

The Husbands’ Bedroom
Married 3 times. No locks anywhere in house, doctors suggested it…I’d forgotten about that. Wow. It’s been too long since I’ve seen this.

New Year’s Eve
This necklace does not look like a garden hose. Well, you should wear earring! Silly Joe! Yay! Eagle! I wants it! Tickling people would be fun, AND scare them! This may amuse me later. *eats chocolate pocky* Hollywood trash! Exactly! Hollywood Land was swell and dandy; modern hooha…what you’re trying to say is that you don’t want me to love you…don’t get that in the films no more…no, sirrah. The days of faded anarchists, silents, and innocent saloon films in which there was more to the plot than people trying to shoot each other to death are now gone…people think a film with a plot is worthless. All that counts is that there are loud noises

A Kept Man
I need to learn all the songs in the classic films. Where’s the bar? This would make a great …HOLY SHIT!!!!!! *giant spider comes up next to Tani…* *Tani no likey spiders, big or no, but refuses to kill them* *pauses film* How to get the damn thing away from my food and off the cover of the Sunset Boulevard inlay? *WOE* Okay. Pig pause here, fellas, while Tani decides to do in such a crises. Time help me, I don’t like spiders…may they all rot in Nastrand…*shudder*…Okay, took all the food upstairs…now I’m gonna take this to my room, out of the basement with spiders larger than the ones that used to reside in the shower of my old house every morning…Gawd, one of the worst things is when you’re taking a nice shower in the morning, quite mindless and such, when some huge crawly thing mayhap the length of a segment of a finger comes rushing down the wall. I think I’ll spare you details…but by Yiminy, the damn big-ass won’t budge from that SB inlay! Which is next to some of my food! *whines and tears* *screams* IT MOVED!!! Damn damn damn but it’s moving away from me, God love it! Away from me and towards where I keep my films and records…well, it’s away from me…I’ll give thought to the film storage later. *snatches up inlay, compy, and remaining food* Now that I’m past that ordeal, I’ve paused on the part where she’s on the phone…I think I’ll rewind it some…if you can call it that for DVD…
Great. Now the battery died. *runs to kitchen for the AC…hooks back up…* Ah, the trials of a classic film fan!
Okay. To find where I left off…If there do happen to be spiders in my room, lights are off, dark enough so I won’t see them lest the crawl o’er the compy screen…
Blind windows, phone laughter…gets irritating after a while…rhythm reapeating underneath other hooha…I think I went to the scene to early, or have been getting too distracted…she should’ve put gloves one, that’s what Tani’d do…or armwarmers, bright orange ones! Go away. (My song. You go.) To fall in love with you, that was the idiotic thing. Tone change. Great stars have great pride. Happy New Year, darling! Nothing. Someone inquiring about a stray dog. Act II of the musical. Hmm, is it next scene yet?

The Norma Desmond Follies
Missed it again to last scene…

…Okay, didn’t miss it, after all. And just to recap, Mabel Normand was never a Bathing Beauty. Gloria was. Now that’s music, and cut from the soundtrack! Audiences never thing that somebody sits down and writes a picture. Love this part. Tis equivalent to the Marie Dressler dance in Tillie’s Punctured Romance. And Paramount calls. And she still has the mustache.

Parading to Paramount
That idiot forgot to fill my cigarette case. I need to make iconsies. Norma, you’re smoking too much…wait…this is in the wrong scene…*moves up one…*How’d that happen…

…sorry for the confusion. Okay. So this is that piece of lovely brass honkin’. Jonesy!-

A Meeting With Mr. DeMille
*shoves mike away from her feather* <voice=”solemn”. Hello, Hog Eye!</voice. Norma Desmond? I thought she was dead! *spots Betty* Dark Windows, indeed. Goodbye, Mr. DeMille. Awww. An army of beauty experts invaded her house on Sunset Boulevard. Rhythm thingy again. Norns, I lurve it! Anyhow, tis too late to take out my cornet to obsess. You went out last night, didn’t you Joe?

Joe Sneaks Out
Hookey…like when I was 12, sneaking out to see gangsta pictures. This time it wasn’t to see a picture-it was to write one. It’ll sound good-especially with music that’ll drown it out. I’m sorry, I don’t usually read private cigarette cases. That’s the trouble with you readers. You know all the plots. Stringy Norma Desmond. Her nose. Aww, she smells real special. I should say that to Davi. You must be very careful about going through the patio. Madame may be watching. His pity is the pipe dream pity. I made her a star, and I cannot let her be destroyed. You see, I vas her first husband.

Untitled Love Story
Music not standing out any…Norma mutters to self like crazy lady…or rather, more like Tani…finds script. What’s the matter? *snaps* Betty, wake up! Would ya rather have them snap fingers or whistle at you? I’m whistled to, but don’t think snappin’ would be any better. It wasn’t until I got back to that peculiar prison of mine I started facing the facts…there it was…Okies, not going to type out a speech. Anyhoo. Can’t wait til end music, but it can’t end! *hears phone call* Yay French horn. Really now; do ya really
Need ‘im? Nice point, there. Did she really need anyone? Would it have been any soul who’d happened to stumble upon the house on Sunset? She was lost within her mind…would it have been less cruel that she’d never come back to reality, as she was by the end? Squee. Tani’s not going to think on those. Tani needs people at times, but mostly they just irritate her. I didn’t come to see a house, Joe. Sunset Boulevard…ooh, music. Ahem. Mayhap I shouldn’t keep meself up all night with this; district band festival is tomorrow. I s’pose you’d never guess I was a band geek, no? I play any of these pieces that I can name. Somewhat. I guess that’s why I need a bassoon. It has a fair part in the film. So maybe this is just a passing obsession, mine with this music. Soon I’ll be stealing a horn for Gone With the Wind. Norma: I’m not afraid to die! Joe: That’s between you and yourself. There aren’t any letters except the ones you write…Such a Hickey, ain’t ya? Sorry, y’all, I’m a fan of The Iceman Cometh as well. Or any O’Neill hooha.

Betty’s Exit
Whoops…now this one I really missed. All in last section. Blast me…rather, the DVD player for not working, making me minimize Microsoft Word to two lines…

No One Ever Leaves a Star
Well, this is back where we begin. Pruning hooks to fish him out! Scandal. It was the poison fed to all the stars.

All right, Mr. Demille, I’m ready for my close-up
We all must love this. And the glorious music. Best of whole picture.

Of course I knew this before, but I just realized that I use the Norma Desmond theme as my saxophone warm-up. Good for vibrato practice. Erm…well, ya couldn’t say I was disloyal to me shows, eh? G’night, folks. </lj-cut>

Cheers,
Tani
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From:teylaminh
Date:March 5th, 2005 11:02 am (UTC)
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This reminds me of something I did last year. BBC2 played a live performance of the musical with Michael Ball and Petula Clark, which someone nicely recorded for me as I had to work - as an MP3... So I reviewed it on my journal whilst listening to it...

It makes reference to the UK tour that went around in 2003, which I saw three times, which is why I never put it up on here. But there's the links, anyway. :) It's about the same level of automatic-reaction as yours, only without the spiders. :)

(I wrote a Sunset-fic about a spider once. Norma and Joe both ended up paralysed by arachnophobia and Max had to kill it for them...)

Anyway. Yes. I'll go away now.