Written on the wind (1956)

Of course I've heard about Douglas Sirk. Most critics talk about his films as having not only kitsch value, but they are said to represent an unusual form of subversive critique of the American lifestyle. Watching Written on the wind, I can only agree and join the voices of praise. Sirk is funny. Sirk is witty. Sirk is cheeeesy. The film contains more than enough of veiled sexual imagery and exaggerated artifice. In one of the leading roles, we see an excellent Rock Hudson. He plays to poor kid who hangs out with the son of an oil millionaire. While his best friend is a carefree playboy, Hudson plays the man set on becoming the next big name in oil business. But of course this is not what the film is about. What we have here are several messy love triangles, the heads and tails of which we cannot always be certain. There are ... many undercurrents. These romantic ailments are set in a world of oil derricks, popular bars and huge mansions. I hope I will watch many more Sirk movies soon.