Sunset Boulevard (1950)

Best gothic-romance-satire-detective-horror-mania-meta-cynicism-noir movie I've seen in a long time. I guess that's a pretty niche subgenre, but this Billy Wilder masterpiece does them all well. Obsession, hypocrisy, and moral turpitude aren't usually my cup of tea lately, but I couldn't peel my eyes off this mesmerizing oeuvre. How do I go back to the mediocre messes I've been watching this past year? (See my previous blog posts here.)

As Norma Desmond says, "I am big. It's the pictures that got small." You've sure got that right, Norma: the pictures have got small.