Excuse me?
May. 20th, 2014 03:01 pmReading the the review of the latest David Cronenberg movie, I stumbled across the following sentence:
Agatha is at the centre of the film for another reason: she is a personal assistant, or, in the cynical slang, a "chore whore", someone very different from the gallant courtiers that attend Gloria Swanson in Billy Wilder's Sunset Blvd.
"Gallant courtiers"? In Sunset Boulevard?!? Gallant courtiers?????? Peter Bradshaw of the Guardian, you must have watched a different Billy Wilder movie. One where Joe Gillis isn't Norma's paid boy toy, and Max von Mayerling isn't her former-husband-turned-her-butler-who-writes-all-her-fanmail. The only person in Sunset Boulevard who acts in a manner which can be described as "gallant" towards Norma Desmond/Gloria Swanson is Cecil B. De Mille when she visits his set, and that's an improvisation because he didn't expect her and doesn't have the heart to tell her his flunkies are only interested in her car.
I haven't been so bemused since an article called Milton's Satan a "gleeful devil". (This for the king of Byronic gloom and daddy issues; if you want gleeful devils, check out Goethe's Mephistopheles, is all I'm saying.)
Agatha is at the centre of the film for another reason: she is a personal assistant, or, in the cynical slang, a "chore whore", someone very different from the gallant courtiers that attend Gloria Swanson in Billy Wilder's Sunset Blvd.
"Gallant courtiers"? In Sunset Boulevard?!? Gallant courtiers?????? Peter Bradshaw of the Guardian, you must have watched a different Billy Wilder movie. One where Joe Gillis isn't Norma's paid boy toy, and Max von Mayerling isn't her former-husband-turned-her-butler-who-writes-all-her-fanmail. The only person in Sunset Boulevard who acts in a manner which can be described as "gallant" towards Norma Desmond/Gloria Swanson is Cecil B. De Mille when she visits his set, and that's an improvisation because he didn't expect her and doesn't have the heart to tell her his flunkies are only interested in her car.
I haven't been so bemused since an article called Milton's Satan a "gleeful devil". (This for the king of Byronic gloom and daddy issues; if you want gleeful devils, check out Goethe's Mephistopheles, is all I'm saying.)