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[Jackie Bullinger]

Thenext day I drove through Santa Monica to the beach. What shocked me was the large numbers of homeless sleeping on the grass, in the parks and on the beach. In Los Angeles, hundreds of homeless were outside the missions waiting for a meal. I passed two policemen checking the papers of two poorly dressed men, who looked like they could be aliens. Once again, I thought about the boulevard of broken dreams; how many of these men had dreams that were no more.

As I walked down the tourist path at the beach in Venice that day, I again was amazed at the number of fortune tellers in one place. These fortune tellers had tarot cards, beads and rocks, astrology books, signs and whatever else one needs to be a psychic. The fact that there were more than a dozen of these wizards of the future attests to the fact that people want to know their future, want to see if their dreams will come true.

And while we may dream dreams of greatness, dreams of glory and excellence, we put up with the mediocrity of the world we live in. While one side on the boulevard at Venice Beach was selling fortunes and dreams of the future, the other side was selling gaudy gifts, cheap T-shirts and junk food. There were at least 200 such shops and this, too, attested to the low levels people stoop to bring someone a gift. What a contrast between dreams and reality. What a contrast between the mediocrity we live with versus the dreams we have of greatness.

Somehow this theme about the dreams we have and the reality we live stayed with me that whole weekend. I spent the better part of the weekend attending a family bat mitzvah. At the party that night, I was impressed with the degree of commitment of so many people, people who were determined to live their dreams. To name a few, there was:

All this put me in touch with my own dreams and my own boulevard of broken dreams. There is the feeling that so much that we do has little impact. There are the unfulfilled promises, the wasted time to be productive, and the failure to help others in time of need. To really make a difference in life is no easy task.

Young people often move to the city from the country to follow their dreams. Especially cities like Los Angeles where people go to try to make it in Hollywood. A dream is a hopeful plan for the future. Something that you want to do very much could be said to be a dream for you. If you imagine something you want in the future, you are dreaming about it, at least day dreaming. So the things that you find yourself imagining, that you really really want are your dreams.

You can imagine a broad city tree lined street, where people with dreams of success in music, in movies or perhaps in something more personal go and their dreams are crushed so they give up. That would be a boulevard of broken dreams.

Straight away, there are two words that people learning English often make mistakes with: lonely and alone. OK, so alone means without other people. It always comes after a verb. You can be alone. You can live alone. You can walk through the park alone. The adjective is not necessarily negative or sad, but it can have that sense. If you want to emphasize the solitary sense, you can say all alone. He lived all alone in a big house. She sat all alone waiting for her friends.

A lonely road is an empty road that inspires feelings of loneliness. When you walk down a lonely road, you feel lonely. This is also one of the most cliched metaphors in art. The road or path you take is a metaphor for the direction of your life, the combination of the decisions you make are your road. People sometimes describe certain jobs or past times as lonely roads because they involve long periods of being on your own.

It could also be a path that lots of people take that causes their dreams to break. For example, if you drink too much or start taking some drugs, especially opiates like heroin or other very addictive drugs, there is a good chance that it will mess with your dreams.

Or it could be about the pull of California and Los Angeles where so many hopeful actors go. The broken dreams could refer to the failed actors; the people who spent years trying to make a career in Hollywood. I think there must be lots of people with broken dreams in Los Angeles.

The singer says he is walking the line that divides him somewhere in his mind. This means he is not convinced about the path he is taking. We have already seen that sometimes he wants to be found and not alone.

On the borderline. A borderline is the point or space between two different situations. Where two countries meet, you just have a border. We normally use borderline as an adjective to say that someone is in a condition that is between two categories. So a student in a school might be a borderline A grade student. This means that their grades are mostly As, but there are some lower grades so their teacher thinks they could be a B grade student. There are other conditions, like illnesses where the doctor might describe them as a borderline case if they are not sure about the diagnosis.

Your vital signs are the things that a doctor monitors when you are in hospital; your pulse and heart rate, your blood pressure, you temperature, that sort of thing. The singer says that you should check his vital signs to know that his is still alive.

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The cold and unforgiving digital aesthetic feels synonymous with the sterility of the lives it dresses, the sheen-less mise en scne of high-resolution pixels revealing la dolce vita stripped of anything sweet. The Canyons is so relentlessly devoid of romanticism, refusing to indulge in what the characters of its film at least must consider pleasure, instead imbuing the entire film with static misery. In unwaveringly accomplishing this ambition, the film ultimately falls victim to it, as watching it is a definitively glacial experience. It is pointed though, even as it rarely penetrates its obvious surface observations, opting to exploit them for mood rather than anything truly insightful. What remains is a portrait by mirror of Lohan and everything her image connotes, and all the darkness the boulevard of broken dreams harbours.

The unlikely team-up of Lindsay Lohan and Paul Schrader behind The Canyons, the troubled starlet\u2019s artful \u201Ccomeback\u201D film, unsurprisingly yields strange results. Lohan is Tara, who with her boyfriend Christian (James Deen), is helping produce a horror film with Gina (Amanda Brooks) whose boyfriend, Ryan (Nolan Gerard Funk) has the lead part. These are the principal characters of what is a melodrama virtually isolated to the interiors of sickly modern Canyon residences and restaurants. A web of secrets, lies, and dirty deeds entangles Tara, Christian, and Ryan, as they jockey for position: texting, drinking, and fucking (strangers, occasionally)\u2014seemingly, their only three past times. Schrader\u2019s Hollywood Hills figure as some sort of post-apocalyptic wasteland, barren of everything aside from its populous wealthy, whose vapid lives signify an artless landscape of cinema, where any aspirations involving the seventh art are beyond the frame, an unwelcome ghost merely haunting its attic.

The cold and unforgiving digital aesthetic feels synonymous with the sterility of the lives it dresses, the sheen-less mise en sc\u00E8ne of high-resolution pixels revealing la dolce vita stripped of anything sweet. The Canyons is so relentlessly devoid of romanticism, refusing to indulge in what the characters of its film at least must consider pleasure, instead imbuing the entire film with static misery. In unwaveringly accomplishing this ambition, the film ultimately falls victim to it, as watching it is a definitively glacial experience. It is pointed though, even as it rarely penetrates its obvious surface observations, opting to exploit them for mood rather than anything truly insightful. What remains is a portrait by mirror of Lohan and everything her image connotes, and all the darkness the boulevard of broken dreams harbours.

However, the film is not made without empathy, even as its characters unknowingly possess the keys that could free them from the prison that oppresses them. A startling close-up of Lohan during the film\u2019s penultimate scene find her at her most naked\u2014even if she still is at her most fake\u2014as the artificial tears of a washed up actress drench the face of the character she\u2019s playing. In one striking moment, cheating lovers Ryan and Tara meet each other in a bedroom and embrace in alternating parallel tracking shots, locked into each other\u2019s trajectory. They each think that in the other they see some sort of salvation, but it\u2019s another dead end in a convoluted labyrinth of smoke, mirrors, cocaine, and blow jobs. At times the film achieves a quasi-Antonionism\u2014and Schrader\u2019s direction is tight and focused\u2014but the end game is as unfulfilling as the beginning. But that\u2019s the point. It would be tragic if it weren\u2019t all so pathetic.

So was ever a film more appropriately titled than Billy Wilder's Sunset Boulevard, that sardonic look at a forgotten movie queen sitting out her life in wealth and fantasy while staring after the long-set sun of her career?

Ever since 1950, when the film was made, Sunset Boulevard has been one of the most famous roads in the world, its celebrity re-embossed just a few years ago with the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. It has also become a metaphor for the casual cruelty and ageism of Hollywood.

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