Film Reviews

Mighty Hermaphrodite

An 18th-century battle of the sexes, The Triumph of Love contains a radiant performance by Mira Sorvino as a princess whose complicated scheme to win the man she loves finds her juggling three suitors at once, all while disguised as a man. "I'm losing track of my own plot," she giddily confesses at one point. To win the heart of young Agis, she must not only hide her royal identity and disguise her gender but also win the hearts of the brother and sister who serve as the young man's guardians.

Adapted from a play by Pierre Marivaux, a popular French dramatist of the day, the story takes a satirical swipe at the au courant philosophy of the era, rationalism, which extolled reason -- rather than observation, experience, faith, religion or emotion -- as the guiding principle in life. Long on talk and short on action, the movie can't help but betray its theatrical roots. Even the gorgeous Italian locations and constantly roving camera can't dispel the staginess of some of the scenes. That may be intentional, however, as at various points during the film director Clare Peploe (High Season, Rough Magic) deliberately suggests that what we are watching actually is a play.

In defiance of the recent trend in updating costume dramas to appeal to a younger audience (think of the wealth of Shakespeare plays reset in high school before making the leap to the big screen), Peploe has retained the play's original time period. As the story opens, the princess and her lady-in-waiting are wriggling out of their corsets and into the fashionable britches of privileged young noblemen. It's all part of a plan, concocted by the princess, to win the affections of a young man whom she has glimpsed only from afar, but whose fair looks already have won her heart.

Unfortunately, she is the last person on earth he wants to meet, given that he is the rightful heir to her throne -- through no fault of the princess's, of course. To make matters worse, Agis (Jay Rodan) has been raised to distrust emotion and to shun romantic love. His guardians, the philosopher Hemocrates (Ben Kingsley) and his sister Leontine (Fiona Shaw), are proponents of rationalism.

Pretending to be a young scholar, the princess talks her way into Hemocrates's villa and in no time at all (the action takes place in one day) has seduced not only Agis but also the pompous philosopher and his romantically challenged spinster sister. The princess is now faced with the task of extricating herself gracefully from two of the three.

Although The Triumph of Love is clearly intended as a good-natured and comic discourse on affairs of the heart, it's difficult to ignore the fact that the manipulative young heroine basically lies and deceives people in order to achieve her goal. To reject the story on such grounds would be preposterous, of course, yet the viewer can't help but think that if a male protagonist tried the same thing, the audience surely would protest.

Special mention should be made of Jason Osborn's score, an appealing mix of 18th-century chamber pieces and electric guitar, courtesy of Pink Floyd's David Gilmour. Music, by its very nature emotional, serves as a nice counterpoint to all the talk of logic and reason.

The silly plot and, at times, overly broad comedy get a bit wearing -- this is the type of story that throws in comic relief on top of what is clearly already an airy comedy -- but the film is worth seeing for Sorvino alone. The actress hasn't been this good since Woody Allen's Mighty Aphrodite, in a role that couldn't be more dissimilar. As the princess, she is absolutely irrepressible, so full of energy that she barely seems to touch her feet to the ground.

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Jean Oppenheimer