The film was a decisive turning point for Sirk, kicking off a beloved string of loopy ’50s melodramatic masterpieces.
It opens with a breathless orgasm of proofs to Murphy’s Law.
Color me slightly underwhelmed.
This trim collection fascinatingly maps out the progression of the vixens at the heart of noir.
All of Robert Aldrich’s early work is intriguing, but Autumn Leaves is his secret gem.