Douglas Sirk directs Jane Wyman, Rock Hudson and Barbara Rush in this melodrama where a playboy feels responsible for all the tragedies in a widow’s life.
A brutal weepie in that it piles on a new suffering every 15 minutes. How can something so clean looking and so colour coordinated put you through the emotional grinder so ruthlessly? The pseudo Christian messaging is a tad heavy handed, but never feels out of place with the central romance. Hudson is actually a very compelling lead, beyond his matinee idol looks there’s something magnetising about him. Perfect Sunday afternoon fodder. The kinda “fil-em” my nanny would have loved.
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