Douglas Sirk

Sirk’s films looks like they were filmed by a man who had just discovered colour and then went to play with all of them.

Among the first DVDs that I had borrowed from work were several Criterion Collection editions of films by Douglas Sirk, a now almost totally forgotten director who had peaked in the 1950s. While his Sirk’s films were commercially successful, they were considered by the critics to be generic melodramas in poor taste. But to the modern eye, each was a breath of fresh air and bold, amphibious assaults of colours seemingly thrown onto sets from a thousand paint cans.