I know A LOT of westerns can be interpreted with gay subtext, but .... this is seriously so gay, not even subtext. They try to include a heterosexual romance to throw that interpretation off, but it's just so artificial and surface-level, it makes me laugh!!
Like a Rebecca sans the gothic elements. I might be making it sound cooler than it really is, because in actuality the drama in this film is pretty tiresome. There's absolutely no chemistry between Joan Crawford and either of her leading men, and it's only really worth watching to see Joan and her giant shoulder pads carry Margaret Sullavan out of a burning building.