Your tolerance for the unbelievably grating Sylvia Miles may dictate how much fun you have watching Paul Morrissey's demented take on SUNSET BOULEVARD. She's a faded actress holed up in a decaying mansion who finds herself in lust with handsome former child actor Joe Dallesandro. He's got his hands full living in a seedy motel where he's dogged by both Miles' crackpot daughter (Andrea Feldman, in a great performance!) as well as sleazy landlady Pat Ast. Dalessandro is his usual stolid self and the movie is dominated by the wacky females...Feldman is priceless and her scenes with Miles are hysterical (particuarly when she claims to be a lesbian). Ast is tough as nails...it's no wonder she ended up in women-in-prison flicks. The scene in which Miles & Ast discuss Ast's fling with Dalessandro is a classic. The production values are surprisingly good...this is Morrissey & Warhol's most accomplished work. It's bright, beautiful and yet completely hideous.
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