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Is there any other film that sums up 'Divine Decadence' as lusciously as this? Better films, perhaps. Deeper films, most definitely. Yet for succulent visual splendour, Giuseppe Patroni Griffi's tale of decaying 1920s nobility takes a lot of beating.

As a womanising aristocrat who falls prey to a hopeless love, Terence Stamp bears an eerie resemblance to Boldini's portrait of Robert de Montesquiou, the real-life model for Marcel Proust's doomed aesthete the Baron de Charlus. The story too unfolds along Proustian lines. Meeting a 'respectable' middle-class girl (Laura Antonelli) and her none-too-bright fiance (Michele Placido) Stamp loses his heart - only to learn she is really a high-class prostitute.

This being an Italian film, his growing obsession takes on a darker and more melodramatic tone than anything in Proust. Stamp makes an abortive bid to poison his lady-love, infiltrates her brothel as an anonymous client and manoeuvres her into a twisted sexual triangle with his unsavoury, Fascist-sympathising cousin (Marcello Mastroianni). As we may expect, the emotional decadence of these three characters mirrors the political decay of Italy itself. The final orgy concludes with a group of jaded voluptuaries drunkenly singing 'Giovinezza!' - the anthem of Mussolini's blackshirts.

A dark and faintly nasty story, yet one that is overpoweringly gorgeous to behold. The walls of Stamp's villa glow with Art Nouveau paintings by Klimt and Moreau, and these set a visual style for the entire film. Every single frame shimmers with exotic colours, voluptuous flowers and jewelled surfaces. Intertitles (as in a silent movie) spice up the narrative with quotations from Pushkin and Stendhal, Baudelaire and Mallarme and, of course, Proust. Costume designer Gabriella Pescucci may, in fact, be the film's real star - her clothes are so elegant and atmospheric, they could act out the story with no help from the actors.

Not that such a cast would ever get lost amid the costuming. A famous dandy in his off-screen life, Stamp seems to exude anguished elegance from every pore. Mastroianni is wondrously sleazy and reptilian. As for Antonelli, she has only ever been famous for her looks - yet her ruthless man-eater in this film, followed by her role as a wronged and virtuous wife in Visconti's The Innocent, mark her out as an actress of range, subtlety and depth. For an added touch of glamorous depravity, the demon-eyed Tina Aumont - as seductive and fragrant as a poisonous orchid - plays an unbilled cameo as a lady of the night.

It pains me to realise The Divine Nymph is a largely-forgotten film, that Patroni Griffi is an unsung genius who now directs 'live-action' opera broadcasts for TV. Like his 1971 film 'Tis Pity She's a Whore, The Divine Nymph is as visually gorgeous as any piece of cinema ever made. As a study in high-class decadence and decay, it holds its own with the best of Visconti and Ophuls. As a portrait of the 1920s - a particularly sick and seductive era in Italian and world history - it may be the best of its kind.

They were called Women in Love,The Great Gatsby,Day of the Locust,Glissando,Valentino,Star!,Cabaret,Boulevard Du Rhum,Lucky Lady and so on. But another movie depicting the excessive and addictive adventure called the roaring twenties was largely forgotten and underrated. Divina Creatura is,in fact,a masterpiece and Patroni Griffi,its director equals Fellini,Bolognini and Visconti both in psychological depth and the portrayal of the decadent Italian aristocracy. Often this film has been criticized for various reasons: 1.nothing ever happens-nothing but the lavish,kingly boredom of some decadent members of the upper crust 2.the story is,at a closer look,plain and commonplace-you wouldn't need such an all-star cast and opulent settings just to depict love's labors lost of certain characters,which,to our disappointment,in spite of their privileged background repeat a story typical for every time and place where men and women exist. If at first look these two accusations might be true,from the first scenes this film proves the opposite.settings are superb,filmed in a way only European cinema can,almost every scene being visually a feast,exhaling that Mediterranean,baroque,antique,colorful and sometimes melancholic beauty of the settings often used in Italian cinema(this film was partly shot in a palace in Palermo,the ultra-sophisticated Grand Hotel Villa Igiea,probably not far from that used in Visconti's Gattopardo).Besides the storyline must be stressing upon the (apparently)unimportant little conflicts and pleasures of aristocratic life.To depict all these details with care and combine them into an accomplished work of art-this is what Patroni Griffi is achieving,where other filmmakers might fail. A story about the twenties doesn't need to be necessarily very profound,rather a lavish feast for the senses will do. The cast is marvelous and richly fulfilling:Ternce Stamp as Dany Bagnasco exhales the same elegant style Visconi's Fabrizio Di Salina from Il Gattopardo or Tullio Hermil from Innocente does-the same fascination for sensuality,luxury,death as a voluptuous dissipation,dandy-ism.Whereas Laura Antonelli almost equals Garbo in the part of the divine,chillingly distant,yet vulnerable femme fatal-actually the part would have fitted Garbo perfectly,would the film have been made decades earlier. The quotes in silent movie style prove that this film has a high intellectual level,while the visual impact is one of the most beautiful in movie history:it's worth watching almost only for the settings,irrespective of the storyline.Perfect for the moviegoers who enjoy Italian&European cinema,for all readers of literature dealing with aristocratic life(Zuccoli the writer of the novel which was turned into this film was also an aristocrat,count Luciano Von Ingenheim)like Turgheniew,Proust,D'Annunzio,Lampedusa,of literature about the roaring twenties(Fitzgerald,D.H.Lawrence),of authors like Thomas Mann,Nabokow,Moravia. My absolute favorite!