The curtains open, the picture starts
Bright colors pop off the screen
Images have texture, feeling
They appear to have a life of their own
Grand music starts playing
People dance, people sing
And yet
there's still too much of a distance between spectacle
and audience
Skepticism prevails
The opening number reaches its finale
Performers get back to their initial positions
as if nothing had happened
A pan shot finds its way into a man in a convertible
You already know him
Or at least feel like you do
His real name is on the poster
You've seen him in the movies
He's someone who can play hunky heartthrobs,
quiet assassins
and pathological introverts
with the same ease
He's handsome
but not classically so
His forehead is too big
His eyes too small
and curved in a form that makes him look kind of sad
even when he's smiling
He looks the part
A young woman is up next
She's familiar too
Her characters aren't as different from one another
but she always gets something out of them nevertheless
She sounds
and looks
plucked out of the screwballs of the 30's
She's gorgeous
but not that classically either
She seems to be hiding a lisp
and her eyes are almost cartoonishly disproportional to the rest of her face
sort of how a hipster graphic novel
would draw a Manic Pixie Dream Girl who likes to look up to the stars too much
She looks the part
Their encounter is everything but meaningful
Except anyone who's ever seen a film
knows exactly what's going to happen
They're falling in love
and taking the public with them
The next song goes down smoother
It gleefully drives the narrative forward
It will position one charming
attractive
and talented star
on an inevitable collision course towards the other
What follows feels perfect
Not without its flaws, but perfect
Perfect in the entirely subjective
genuinely emotional meaning of the word
Seasons pass by
Characters and crowd alike get intoxicated
by songs
dance
scenery
and, most of all, dreams
Sequence after sequence is melodic
passionate
simultaneously magical and lived-in
Life starts creeping up on love
Reality catches up with fantasy
The record stops playing
Music may not be diegetic
but silence is
and nothing is louder
than the absence of sound in a movie like this
The movie has to end sooner or later
Closure and upbeat finales
are not the same thing
Classic Hollywood knew that
The mandatoriness of the satisfactory jubilant final act
leads to subtler, more sophisticated manners
of conveying outcomes other than
the "happily ever after"
Los Angeles' entertainment industry
is made of people striving to excel at something
leaving people
and places behind in order to do it
It's compromise, it's sacrifice
and it's very very exciting
It's also bittersweet, melancholic
and profoundly heartbreaking
Fully fledged happy endings don't exist
but the belief in them
is inevitable
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