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.