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Life's flotsam and jetsam turn up at late 1930's Holloywoodland's door, once more, in this insightful tale of wannabes and desperadoes. Tod Hackett, artist, has inspirations to become noticed until he meets Faye Greener, blonde bombshell, and is immediately smitten. She has other ideas. She has Homer Simpson, victim, in her sights and cruelty and loneliness takes new meaning as all three are slowly sucked into the Hollywood system of sycophants, liggers and parasites, sucking the life from others as the life, and soul, is slowly sucked from them. Written by
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By train. By car. By bus. They came to Hollywood... In search of a dream.
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Goofs
In the first few minutes of the movie there is a drive up a road to the Hollywoodland sign. The road ends at a sightseeing/tourist spot and parking area at the foot of the "H." In reality the road passes behind the sign and above it on the hill. The hillside at the "H" is too steep for a road/parking area and there are no traces of one ever having been there.
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Quotes
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Mrs. Odlesh:
It isn't as splashy as some other places, but we pride ourselves on being a little classier.
Tod Hackett:
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referring to a large crack in the plaster wall]
Hmmm, the crack's real.
Mrs. Odlesh:
Oh yes. We call this our earthquake cottage. Mrs. Porter had occupancy then. During the big one in '33. Property damage ran into the millions.
Tod Hackett:
Will you fix it if I stayed for a while?
Mrs. Odlesh:
Oh no! No! This is our showplace. Mrs. Porter wouldn't let us touch that wall. She worked that sampler herself to cover over the hole. ...
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Blonde Venus (1932)
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Soundtracks
"MAMA DON'T WANT NO PEAS AN' RICE AN' COCOANUT OIL"
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I saw this film in 1986 and I was very thrilled. But it had even more impact on me when I came to L.A. for the first time two years later. It seemed as if the movie had exposed parts of the soul of this strange city to me. Many people I met there - some of them became friends - seemed to share features of the characters in "The Day of the Locust", maybe it had something to do with their unfulfilled dreams and their lack of success. One seems to understand who Hollywood an the movie industry became the way they are now. Another aspect of the picture is the incomparable feeling of horror it lays on you - even though the sun is shining most of the time and you have no idea what will actually happen in the end. I would love to see this film again ever since, but it's so hard to find. Only a single one of my friends has even heard of it. In my view one of Schlesingers masterpieces, strangely underrated and almost forgotten.