She plays a young model who has a series of adventures: shacking up with married TV presenter Dirk Bogarde, a fumbling acting career, an abortion, a fling with lecherous Larry Harvey (who, if I'm not mistaken, goes down on her in one scene), trips to Paris and Italy, an affair with a count, has a gay best friend (a photographer), marries an Italian because no one loves her then gets upset when he's too busy.
It's all very decadent: rich women with jewels gamble at fundraising for starving Africans; a party in Italy results in guests swapping clothes/taking them off and passing in the corner; advertising men chuckle over photographs; commercial shoots in Italy; the rich and beautiful hang out on yachts along the Mediterranean coast; lying on the beach in a bikini surrounded by cute boys in shorts, changing for tan according to the sun; disrobing while crying in an empty Italian mansion. But are they really happy? For most of the time they seem to be.
Bogarde was never that convincing as a straight man and looks bored here - you never get the sense he really likes Christie so when their relationship busts up he doesn't seem to care. Harvey is better as the ruthless opportunist, presumably because it was closer to his real character.
The whole point is Christie is shallow and her world and friends so ultimately the piece isn't involving. It also lacks a strong narrative, and isn't in colour. The Yanks liked it though - all that sex.
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