Watching these old films, I'm finding several things going on: The trend of unlikable leading men.
Nothing against Spencer Tracy's, Cary Grant's or Robert Mitchum's overall appeal, but they look a billion times better than William Holden, a guy I've liked before. He's a miserable, small man in this film and, frankly, when the former starlet shot him in the back and he fell in the pool (why did they ruin the ending in the beginning?), I was pretty pleased. I didn't mind at all. The dude deserved it.
All the while, Joe Gillis held himself as some down-and-out screenwriter that if he didn't have bad luck he wouldn't have any luck at all. What a phony.
Absolutely loved the card game scene with Buster Keaton, playing himself, which still seems he's playing someone else.
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