I came for the cinephilia and stayed for the transgression. Characteristic decadence from Greenaway. Beautiful long shots reveal an almost overwhelmed mise-en-scene.
Frames burst with strength and color and ooze with desire, moored by fruits, feasts, goblets, marble, heavy furniture, garish clothing, straight lines and rising columns. Underneath it all lies a relatively hectic tale of commerce and sexual mischief, as well as vague commentary about modern (and contemporary) art, architecture, excess, and the frankness of relationships.
A very stout Dennehy assuredly shepherds this (dated, but) ambitious endeavor. The emotional power of his performance almost overshadows the hideously bad acting of supporting player Chloe Webb.