Taking on the irony of love lurking underneath the strangest arrangements, this double chocolate & cream cherry cake of a film, served on the finest cinematic lace, is chock full of arsenic. And, like all life’s tragedies, it starts off as a joke.
This could have been a film on forbidden love, but it was way smarter than that – it’s a story of self-love, the love of life that is in our nature, the blessed disobedience of flesh. The wild card in a tapered deck.
Now, and with a fresh set of goggles, the ill-fated relationship seems to be merely the departure not the destination, the anti-climatic tryst itself making way for a rather sombre study of cultural prejudice and misogyny, one that still could be taken as relevant a hundred years plus change fast-forward.