Because the stars of this Czech movie are, one, the slim but curvy beauty of Anna GeislerovĂĄ, who plays Marcelaâa mother of two kids, wife of a down-and-out mechanic, daughter of a loving mother, stepdaughter of a diabetic pervert, and lover of a rich vintnerâand, two, the dazzling, delicious, delightful cinematography of Jan MalĂr, I will replace my review of the film's content and meaning (beautiful bodies and cinematography have no meaning) with a reproduction of the poem that inspired its script, Robert Graves's "Beauty in Trouble" (beautiful poetry has no meaning).
Beauty in trouble flees to the good angel
On whom she can rely
To pay her cab-fare, run a steaming bath,
Poultice her bruised eye;
Will not at first, whether for shame or caution,
Her difficulty disclose;
Until he draws a cheque book from his plumage,
Asking her how much she owes;
(Breakfast in bed: coffee and marmalade,
Toast, eggs, orange-juice,
After a long, sound sleepâthe first since when?â
And no word of abuse.)
Loves him less only than her saint-like mother,
Promises to repay
His loans and most seraphic thoughtfulness
A million-fold one day.
Beauty grows plump, renews her broken courage
And, borrowing ink and pen,
Writes a news-letter to the evil angel
(Her first gay act since when?):
The fiend who beats, betrays and sponges on her,
Persuades her white is black,
Flaunts vespertilian wing and cloven hoof;
And soon will fetch her back.
Virtue, good angel, is its own reward:
Your dollars were well spent.
But would you to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediment? 
