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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o7H85ROLpX6v60e8qlU9pTZiHCA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o7H85ROLpX6v60e8qlU9pTZiHCA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FilmExpression/~4/g26zsxrn6g4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://filmexpression.blogspot.com/2009/03/ed-wood-1994.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMAQHc-cSp7ImA9WxVVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209434119339379400.post-1573619528735630449</id><published>2009-03-11T20:34:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:27:21.959-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-13T00:27:21.959-04:00</app:edited><title>Sunset Boulevard (1950)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://filmexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/1573619528735630449/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3209434119339379400&amp;postID=1573619528735630449" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209434119339379400/posts/default/1573619528735630449?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3209434119339379400/posts/default/1573619528735630449?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FilmExpression/~3/ZvQPgwTKLbU/sunset-boulevard-1950.html" title="Sunset Boulevard (1950)" /><author><name>rex baylon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00346158441683332923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="23" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GE2G9udLjwg/TR4oNU8k-6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/DpppYPClsoQ/S220/Seijun%2BSuzuki.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GE2G9udLjwg/SbmsMJLsd5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pnNRZ3qtRhA/s72-c/Sunset+Boulevard.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">  How do you classify a film that is equal parts comedy and tragedy? Can you even call it comedy if you cringe a bit after the laughter dies out? With Sunset Boulevard Billy Wilder utilizes his acerbic wit to knock down the glamour mask of Hollywood and show it as the grotesque and decaying whorehouse that it really is. Of course Wilder knew that by taking on Hollywood he would basically be 
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