Quite bad I'm afraid

This is Ken Russell at the height of his magnificent conceit. Let's make a film about Rudolph Valentino, probably the earliest genuine heartthrob of American cinematic times. Sounds a great idea, but as I'm shooting it in London I'm not going to use any American actors, only English ones, and I'm going to get a Russian ballet dancer to pretend to be Italian. To be fair to him, Nureyev is probably the best thing about the fillm, but the supporting cast are embarrassingly awful, and the terrible thing is that they must have known it at the time. The sets and the dancing sequences are very well done, but the script is cliche ridden and wooden. Apparently Nureyev was a pain on the set, and I can't say I'm surprised, surrounded as he was by all these amateur Americans. A turkey.