They Had Faces Then

The film flickers in the private screening room-along, loving close-up of a misty-eyed girl. A woman watches-s woman with the same face as that she sees on screen, but eroded, lined, cruelly ravaged. Yet she gazes avidly a the girl she was. “We had faces then,” cries Norma Desmond. Her words may have come from the pens of sunset Boulevard screenwriters Charles Brackett, Billy Wilder and D. M. Marshman, Jr., but the sentiment was Swanson’s. And ours.

(Livro usado, está amarelado pela ação do tempo, bem conservado, conteúdo preservado, sem grifos, rasuras ou anotações)