While there are plenty of Lubitsch touches, from the characters' quick quips and a beautiful dance montage, the thin story doesn't ever get far beyond a run-of-the-mill story of marital infidelity.
Don't know why I enjoyed Forbidden Fruit so much. Maybe it was the early use of two-strip technicolor. Maybe it was the fact that it gave a sympathetic look at a woman stuck on the bad side of traditional gender roles. Maybe it was that the bad husband looked like a villianious Douglas Fairbanks rip-off. DeMille's tight direction turns what should be on paper a formulaic picture into an enjoyable film.