Adapted from a play first produced in 1732, TRIUMPH OF LOVE is brought to the screen by Clare Peploe, who keeps the setting of the story within its period, filming on location at magnificent houses dating back to the 18th century. But there are flickers of theatricality and modernity. References to the dualities of 18th/21st centuries and male/female roles are meant to echo the story's themes of duality and disguise. But it does a disservice to elements of the story that can only be understood in the context of their era. The princess has only three strategies - she commands, she bribes, and she seduces. Most of the story has her seducing the scholars Hermocrates (Ben Kingsley), his sister (Fiona Shaw), and, of course, the prince. In each succeeding conversation with the first two, she tells more and more lies. With the prince, she begins with lies, and then tells more and more truth, revealing more to him each time they meet.
Kingsley and Shaw are magnificent, but the clash between the artificial structure of the story and the more contemporary, naturalistic tone of the film only makes it more painful for us to see them manipulated so horrendously by the princess. Rachael Stirling is delicious as the lady's maid and brightens the film whenever she appears.