Madame de la Pommerai is an abandoned, rejected woman ... and she is also very vindictive ... that’s what started to happen.
Positioned Madame as a person flirtatious, mannered, pampered with gossip and love pleasures.
But, at least, one scene "cuts" the eye ... when the heroine drinks tea, and the Spectator sees her hands ... not at all pampered hands of a thoroughbred aristocrat ... hands that can not only gracefully stick flowers into vases, forming bouquets, but also dig and weed beds with those very flowers ...
Marquis de Arcis. Poor, poor Casanova... the share of a constantly in love and aging womanizer is heavy... Another fascination, ridiculously transiently turned into love for a young person, deliberately indicative of a meek disposition and through the eyes of a devoted Pekingese.
The crumpled finale died no less ... probably time was short, so everything is quick and everything in a pile.
A clumsy production. Actors struggle to portray, with difficulty realizing that... The director is haunted by the idea "I would rather finish it all."
The film is a misunderstanding.
