When I first saw The Tamarind Seed, this (along with Victor, Victoria) I feel helped to shed Andrews' saccharine image and revealed a well thought sometimes harrowing potrait of a woman in love, first with her husband whom she loses in a car accident at the beginning of the film, then a married friend and finally with a Russian with a dubious reason for getting friendly with her - can one woman have so much bad luck? It was a wonderful performance in a film of lush locations, lush Embassy settings (you almost expect a tower of Ferrero Rocher to appear at one point) and the lush sweeping strings of John Barry's beautifully haunting music - oft played on my iPod I might add.
However, the stand out performance for me is that of Sylvia Syms rightly given a BAFTA Best Supporting Actress nod for her portrayal of a betrayed, put upon trophy wife to her husband of questionable sexuality; he himself is then betrayed by his wife in her affair with Quayle's sidekick, the gorgeous Bryan Marshall. Along with Ice Cold in Alex this is, in my humble opinion, her best role and showed that Syms would have been a wonderful export to the US had she decided upon that route.
Yes a film for a rainy afternoon with nothing else to do, but a indulgence to be enjoyed again and again.