And it’s all for Marcello, an almost comic figure with his huge hat, tight coat, and marionette walk. He’s marrying nubile Giulia (Stefania Sandrelli), but he dismisses her to others as “all bed and kitchen.” He enlists his Fascist muscle (Gastone Moschin) to rough up his mother’s chauffeur/lover, and then blanches like a schoolboy when she barks at him. And he agrees to turn his honeymoon trip to Paris into an opportunity to assassinate his mentor Quadri (Enzo Tarascio), an anti-Fascist academic, and, while he’s at it, bed Quadri’s young wife (Dominique Sanda). But he hesitates when it’s time to act, because he’s a twisted shit, not a Fascist übermensch. Beneath its sleek surface, “The Conformist” functions as an argument that the two are ever one and the same.