The Triumph of Love

Supple, eloquent and enchanting.

Sets you nearer than theater permits -- and further back than most movies dare. A magic vantage.

A lovely confection.

Playful as it is, Clare Peploe's adaptation of Pierre Marivaux's romantic comedy coughs and sputters on its own postmodern conceit.

However charming Kingsley and Shaw are as the lovestruck pawns and Sorvino as the advancing queen, the premise is less playful than played-out.

It's all surprisingly predictable. As for Sorvino, she can wear the clothes, but they don't necessarily make the man.

All icing, with a few crumbs devoted to the notion that it is futile to resist the heart's desires.