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A Star Is Born
(May 3, 1937)
A Star Is Born starts by making the point that one girl in a
hundred thousand who go to Hollywood to be stars becomes one.
It then examines the career of the exception -- Esther Victoria
Blodgett (Janet Gaynor) who, the day she arrives on the Coast,
financed by her grandmother's nest egg, tip-toes into the outer
lobby of Grauman's Chinese Theatre and stands tremulously in the
cement footprints of her favorite actor, Norman Maine. From this
point on, the story of A Star Is Born does not differ in
superficial outline from the story that has been told a hundred
times, usually as an excuse for weak screen musicals. It does
differ -- as Esther Blodgett is supposed to differ from her
competitors -- in essentials.
Not until, with three weeks rent due at her boardinghouse, she
gets a job as waitress at a party given by Producer Oliver Niles
(Adolphe Menjou), does Esther encounter her hero in the flesh.
By this time, like the rest of Hollywood, she is aware that
Norman Maine (Fredric March) is an habitual drunkard whose
dipsomaniac pranks are an intolerable nuisance or an aspect of
his charm, depending on the point of view.
The private tragedies of Hollywood cinemactors are something
which the rest of the world, except possibly the readers of
cinemagazines, can take in its stride. It is precisely this
point of view as contrasted with Norman Maine's own evaluation
of his decline and its effect on his wife that gives the latter
portion of A Star Is Born its effectiveness. The drunken speech
in which Maine betrays his jealousy when his wife gets an
Academy Award; his sojourn in a sanatorium to recover from the
jitters; his fist fight with Nile's press agent at Santa Anita
race track, are related with superlative detachment. They lead
up to the climactic scene in which sunset on the Pacific -- a
magnificent shot which is possibly the best individual
justification of Technicolor yet seen on the screen -- tempts
Maine to an appropriately exhibitionistic suicide, leaving
Esther to a Hollywood funeral in which an admirer steals her
veil.