Marceau is beautiful and poised and manages to make banked lust compelling. But really once you work out the set-up (it takes a little time) it becomes pretty predictable. There are some hints of a feminist message here, not least in a wonderfully cynical remark by the little girl, but really it's like light weight "Jane Eyre" with a touch of "Downton Abbey". And just a tad slow, to boot.
