Queen of the Silents, Queen of the Night

A dangerous woman living in a strange environment.  Scenes in the mansion of Sunset Boulevard by Billy Wilder remind me of Blue Velvet – that strange, suffocating weirdness that seems to exist outside of time and place.  Not as weird as the fact that the story is narrated by a man who is floating dead, Gatsby-like, in a swimming pool.

And another dangerous woman, fatal avenger, wicked (not-step) mother, queen of darkness.  Such a dazzling tune.  Who’d know she was threatening her daughter with death if she doesn’t assassinate the prince of the sun?

Actually, I was watching the HD video of the production, outdoors at Lincoln Center.