Arriving at the Casanova felt like walking on to a film set. This wasn't without grounds, because we were (if only for the day). A TV crew filming a beer advert had set up in the hotel's bar, which meant that cameras, bright lights, swarthy men and beer bottles were strewn all over the place – not that any of this fazed the immaculately groomed staff, who carried on as if it were just another working day.
Evelyn Waugh's classic novel, all languorous living and raging snobbery, is so much more than a love story. John Walsh hopes that the makers of a new film remembered that
Directed by Randall Wallace