The film feels warm but unsettled, as if hinting at approaching storms; the score, too, flits from lugubrious to manic.

The menace builds as Tom’s deceptions pile up and the locations — Rome, Venice, cliffside Positano — are as gorgeous as the cast.

A decidedly dark and demented sort of polished gem, all spectacular surfaces masking a fundamentally rotten core.

The dark decandence on display is second to none.