Ferdinando Cefalú (Marcello Mastroianni) is a model member of Sicily’s good-for-nothing aristocracy: lazy and impossibly vain, he seems to spend most of his time skulking around his ancestors’ decrepit villa in pajamas, eyebrows smugly arched, mouth pulled into a perpetual pout under a fussy mustache. Cefalú’s problem: he’s disgusted by his wife’s overbearing affections and smitten with a nymphet cousin. Divorce in Sicily is unthinkable, but the law is lenient in matters of honor; if Signora Cefalú were to take a lover, who could blame her husband for murder? Pietro Germi’s farce skewers every stratum of Sicilian society.