one film from my childhood. part of last years of a gray era. presence of great actors in an adaptation of well known play. a comedy with a virtue - escape from propaganda machine. an old wold as medicine for crazy time. tale in which bitter nuances, dark masks, superficiality, slices of cruelty and obsession about appearances are parts of an exercise to create a nice period but , in same measure, to suffocate every temptation to idealize it. result - a story without depth, an empty building , important only for its columns, a Mannerist artistic tomb, who try expose anatomy of a tragedy but becomes refuge for needs of public expectations. in 80's it was a nice movie. now it is testimony for game of hide between director and censor. and good occasion to remember names of Romanian cinema masters.