Luchino Visconti's l'Innocente is a beautiful film. Magnificent details fill up the screen on every shot, as he has done so masterfully with other period films. It's also a strange, intense and erotic story set in the high society of Rome in the late 1800s. Giancarlo Gianinni is magnificent as an erratic, determined, egotistical and passionate man who alternates between arrogance and jealously, between lucidity and rage. Laura Antonelli is wonderful as his beautiful, repressed and enigmatic wife, who quietly surprises us at various points in this torrid tale. Jennifer O'Neill is very good as a mysterious and detached object of desire. This is a melodrama with some deeply disturbing themes. Occasionally, supporting characters show flashes of morality that contrast with the self-indulgent and self-destructive natures of the three protagonists. But the film does not need to have one character to provide a moral compass for the story, because the audience can see all too clearly everyone's very bad behavior.

There can be no doubt that Luchino Visconti was a master at putting together a film with class, style and beauty - and this is no different. A magnificent score from Franco Mannino (with plenty of classical assistance) and some fabulous cinematography from Pasqualiono de Santis breath much life into this - but not enough to compensate for a rather flawed, empty story with three really rather underwhelming performances. Tullio Hermil is "Giancarlo" a rather shallow pig of a man, who is married to Laura Antonelli ("Giuliana") and lives in their grand country palace whilst he constantly parades his glamorous mistress Jennifer O'Neill ("Teresa") for all to see. When he begins to suspect, however, that his wife has been ploughing her own furrow, he begins to get jealous and as with so many in the situation yearns for what he can no longer have. There is a real inevitability about how it will end and although our route to this denouement is bestrewn with gorgeousness and chic, Antonelli constantly reminded me of Anne Bancroft without, regrettably, the sophistication and charm and O'Neill, though certainly beautiful was almost as shallow as her paramour.