



Most familiar as director of Fifties suburban dramas which have had him pitched as a techniclor Tennessee Williams, Douglas Sirk had a more varied career than that. Never more so than with the mid-Thirties short films, features and theatrical adaptation which he made before leaving Germany. At last, thanks to a pair of discs assembed by the Eureka company, these are available for wider viewing.
Where to start? Perhaps the most accomplished is The Girl from Marsh Croft. Adapted from a 1908 novel, it takes place in a countryside where the sky is as long as the fields on which one of the toilers is a young woman. As a maid elsewhere, she had been impregnated by her employer whom she condemned in a court case which did not go her way - apart from her refusing to allow him to swear on the Bible as she she did not want her child to be a blasphemer's. (All of which suggests something of Hardy's Tess.) So impressed by this public stance was a farmer that he offered her work - and finds himself more than taken by her despite being tacitly spoken for by a woman of higher standing than him.
Complicated again by his fearing that he stabbed somebody on his stag night (his drink had been laced by an unseen hand). All of which is very much the stuff of melodrama but Sirk keeps up so measured a pace that the viewer enjoys something more subtle than sensationalism. Who can fail to feel for these characters? Some might say that it anticipcates his later work (and shares that relish of domestic settings) but here is in fact the equal of it.
The social order is also a part of the rather different April, April! in which a Fool's Day joke - about a purported royal visit to a pasta factory - is folded back on itself twice over. (Could it have been inpsired by thr 1910 incident when Virginia Woolf and others, suitably disguised, were welcomed upon the Dreadnought battleship as a Prince of Abyssinia with his retinue?) Much sport and romance ensue, all of this as pleasingly unlikely as Two Greyhounds in which two applicants for a bookeeping job assume that the other is the employer-to-be. All that is sustained for half an hour of unlikely but persusasive farce which is better sustained than a period-set abridged take on Molière's The Imaginary Invalid. There is more here (including a version of Ibsen).
A great surprise, here is a set to relish.