The director, Max Ophüls, reshapes the material with his distinctive blend of visual genius and bitter, worldly wisdom.

Le Plaisir illustrates not merely Ophüls's unparalleled sense of flow and texture, but also his proto-feminism.

The film has a spectacular starting monologue and a few recognizable and revolutionary camera movements, but beyond that it struggles to pull through a recognizable narrative surrounding pleasure, without narrating it all. Full review in Spanish

...a visually sumptuous yet tedious and hopelessly irrelevant piece of work.