I watched this little charmer last night with my spouse and not only is it a fine discussion of true of love and understanding, but whose view of reality IS correct. The performances are understated and low key but Brando uses his face expertly to reflect pain, wisdom and wistful thought. Here he encounters a kid who is bezocko but lives in a wonderful fantasy world of his own ... and what is wrong with that. This Don Juan takes over his own thought processes. In time, who IS the therapist and who is the patient? The banter is first rate. This almost unknown charmer is well worth a glass of wine on a beach with wind in your hair, and if it ends happily? Why not.
Review of Don Juan DeMarco
