We all have shades of grey in us. No one's a saint. Everyone's a sinner. Take the emotion of desire. The noblest of men have crumbled in the face of it. It's all good if the love a person feels for another human being is reciprocated. But what if it's not? What if that affection is a caged beast desperate for freedom? Would the person still play by the acceptable rules of society, putting up a veneer of civility while hiding a gnawing emptiness inside? No, not necessarily. For, there are times when he or she is liable to crack.

That is one of the overarching themes of the 1956 movie called Giant, based on a book of the same name. The plot deals with a Texan family and their neighbour, played by James Dean, who falls head over heels for the woman of the house. But she doesn't see him with the same eyes. Her heart is set on her husband, a wealthy landowner. The neighbour initially feels that it's his relative poverty that's coming in the way. But then he strikes oil. Yet, his advances continue to be spurned. And so they will be for the rest of his life, which leaves him feeling hopelessly alone despite all the wealth in the world.