This is no Sunday teatime costume drama, but an interesting, idiosynchratic series by critically acclaimed dramatist Dennis Potter. Potter was always essentially an autobiographical writer, so it is unsurprising that his Casanova is subjected to the torments of confinement, memory and guilty libido that would later become the themes of such seminal dramas as Pennies From Heaven and The Singing Detective. But even among Potter efficienados, this is a somewhat neglected work, probably on account of its thin skin of period drama trappings. The production values date the piece, of course, but accepting the back projections and once fancy (now clumsy) editing techniques, we still have a compelingly written, well acted drama. It shares with all Potter's finest work the sense that it is an intensely felt work; sensual, visceral, oddly frightening one minute and earthily funny the next. No Potter fan should be without it and anyone tired of the inspipidity of modern television will relish the opportunity to see what can be done with the medium when a little imagination and a lot of heart are applied.