Despite Anthony Quinn’s
top billing, this trashy melodrama is a vehicle for glamorous French actress
Dominique Sanda, who plays a money-hungry vixen sleeping her way through a
dysfunctional family while trying to seize control of a fortune. Produced in
Italy and shown on American screens with some iffy dubbing transforming
supporting players into English-language speakers, the picture evokes novelist
Harold Robbins’ style of sexualized upper-class intrigue, although it’s a period
piece instead of a modern story. Together with gauzy cinematography, extensive
location photography, and relatively ornate production design, the vintage
setting gives the piece a deceptive quality-cinema veneer. For while the
characters are credible, the narrative is logical, and the themes are serious,
the movie slides into the gutter at regular intervals. Director Mauro Bolognini
spends almost as much time pointing his camera at Sanda’s naked body as he does
recording her actual performance, and the way her character uses sex ensures
that most of the movie feels lurid. Sure, Robbins often took similar material
to even sleazier places, but it’s really just a matter of degrees.
Set in the
late 19th century, the film begins abruptly, with cruel patriarch
Gregorio (Quinn) announcing that he’s dissolving the family business, a huge
commercial bakery, and giving his three adult children their inheritances while
he’s still alive. Long-suffering elder son Pippo (Gigi Proietti) gets a
pittance, handsome Mario (Fabio Testi) receives only repayment of his massive gambling
debts, and daughter Teta (Adriana Asti) gets nothing because Gregorio dislikes
the man she married. Set adrift, Pippo starts a hardware business and marries
the beautiful Irene (Sanda), who seems like a saint at first blush, given how
she mediates various squabbles between the siblings. Alas, Pippo discovers her
true character once he realizes that Irene is sleeping with Mario. Later, she
makes her way into Gregorio’s bed, though it’s never clear whether
that was her plan all along or whether she simply pursued an opportunity once
it became visible. Although it’s made skillfully, The Inheritance is forgettable. Among other problems, it’s
impossible to root for any of the characters, who run the gamut from avaricious
to entitled. Moreover, while Sanda possesses a certain kind of regal allure,
she’s too much of an ice queen to generate empathy. Go figure that she won the
Best Actress prize at the 1976 Cannes Film Festival for her work in The Inheritance.
The Inheritance: FUNKY
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