April 25th, 2002

Photo - leaves

well, that makes number eighty... seven?

right, i'm now officially obsessed with "sunset boulevard", having fulfilled all three criteria (quoting - check; fanfic - check; dream - check)

so. my first SBdream, ladies and gentlemen...

it began where i'd somehow managed to wheedle/sweet talk/force my way onto the stage at whatever theatre it was being played (and it was after the show, i think) so i could talk to some of the cast. naturally, it was only faith brown and jeremy finch who were threre ;)

i was talking to jeremy first, and i decided to get to the bottom of the question that's been bugging me (which is why i wrote the fic, but it's not exactly the best closure in the world...) which is whether or not joe did love norma, even at all, or whether he was just humouring her/using her.

so, i asked jeremy the question, (and then faith later on, but never got an answer from her before the dream moved on...) and first all he'd do was smile randomly at me (which really didn't help...) and then semi-admitted that he didn't know, but he certainly liked the girl that they had on playing betty schaefer (the one joe ends up in love with towards the end)...

so that was random. then it moved on to be generally bizarre but incredibly cool nonetheless...

i was in a bar, i think... and i think i was either writing something or... dunno, but i was doing something. there was a singer there, who looked a little like whoopi goldberg but said she was dina carroll (no idea what she looks like, by the way, but she sang a version of one of the SB songs). and she'd been hired to sing at somebody for their birthday, but they'd apparently already left and i was in their chair, so she came over and started singing at me. i just started laughing, which made her start laughing, but she was very nice about the whole matter...

then it cut to the same bar, but about a year later. i was still doing whatever i was doing, and the singer lady was still there... as was norma desmond. now... i'm not entirely sure which norma desmond it was... it might have been faith brown, it might have been glenn close... but i'm pretty sure it wasn't a portrayal of her, it was actually her... which is... odd, to say the least...

we got talking. the singer lady recognised me as being the girl who messed up her act and we laughed about that for a while before she went back on, and i was just talking with norma desmond. and she bought me a drink (at which point she was definitely faith brown... *confused expression* ... i didn't realise exactly how disjointed this was, i'm just typing it as it comes back to me...) and then... the next thing we were in her huge car with joe, and i think, artie green (another character in the movie/show) and possibly betty, too, at some point...

and we were just driving around. and norma was being norma, and joe was being exasperated with her :D

then we got to her house, which looked like my dad's old house for some reason, but cleaner, and with a huge imposing facade to it that didn't fit in with the street it was sitting on. and then... yeah, then betty was definitely there, and artie wasn't, but norma decided she'd go for a drive and drag me along for the ride, and it was chucking down with rain, so she left betty and joe at the side of the road and just sped off and hid around a corner until they caught up...

and then we visited someone's house (who was, apparently, an addams nobody had heard of...) and joe had to drag us both away because we were being silly...

and then it turned into a mess because my alarm went off...

bizarre!!

and yet, at the same time, very cool, because norma and joe were acting like an old married couple, which was great fun ;)

and i have to do my story thingy later. wonder if i can get let off on account of not being able to talk for more than 30 seconds without dying?
Photo - leaves

distortions...

oh, i forgot how beautiful it was...

monochromatic. wonderful. entirely as i remembered...

and also...

brand new. parts i'd forgotten. none of it sung, none of it needing to be... and not entirely working without songs, either.

curious phenomenon, this...



(or, in english, i just sat and re-acquaninted myself with the original movie of "sunset boulevard" and realised that gloria swanson both is and isn't the norma desmond of my fic, and that the movie is completely fantastic. and, moreover, seeing the musical hasn't had an adverse effect. there's no distinction between the two, for some reason... the film is blackandwhite, the show is in glorious technicolor... the movie is subdued and almost silent, the show is extravagant and uses the music to its advantage... and they're both completely, utterly fabulous, for entirely different reasons...)

everyone, this is an order. watch the film on may 11th. it's on at some point in the afternoon; rest assured i'll let you all know.