Format: TCM on DVR
Decade: 1950's (so, so 1950's)
Director: Douglas Sirk
Douglas Sirk was a @#$%ing mad man.
This is one of the most bizarre looking and beautiful movies I've ever seen - like someone went to technicolor and just said "this one goes to 11". Every shot looks like one of those super-saturated ads from a 1950's print magazine, is perfectly framed and blocked. It's just amazing to look at.
The story is not exactly whisper thin, and it's some very real stuff served up as a fluffy morality play. Sirk was a guy who knew his audience - we first studied him in the "women's pictures" unit in film school. But that audience is absolutely not just women, it just puts women front and center in their own stories.
Jane Wyman (Ms. Falconcrest herself) plays a middle-aged widow with two grown kids (well, college-aged) who is dealing with the nonsense of East Coast bougie social life, including husbands making passes at her (not cool, husbands). Wyman's best pal is, of course, Agnes Moorehead. Who looks fantastic by the way.*