Cimarron (1931)
Director: Wesley Ruggles
At some point in the distant past, I put most of the best picture winning movies from the past onto our Netflix queue. Some were, of course, not available, but Cimarron was one of the earliest available that we hadn't seen.
It hasn't aged well. It's incredibly overwrought for a talkie. Richard Dix acts as if it was theater or a silent film, and simply annoys. Also, he's a jerk. Irene Dunne is OK, except that she hasn't much personality. Plus, her husband leaves her without a word of explanation for years a couple of times in order to have adventures, and she accepts him back willingly and without so much as a discussion of his obvious deeply held problems.
It's racist in the normal old Hollywood way, with a badly stereotyped black boy, but we have to balance that against the fact that it was far ahead of its time in its dealing with Native American troubles.
We really didn't enjoy it.
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