Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant,
The age discovers he is not the true one;
Of such as these I should not care to vaunt,
I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan
don Juan byron . com
A hot evening in Seville – and the townswomen are abuzz with the rumour that legendary lover Don Juan's in town. A mysterious figure moves through the shadows, serenading at one balcony, stealing kisses at another. It's true – Don Juan is in town, but he's not quite the dashing young thing he was. He's here for a reconciliation with his wife who's cunningly bought up his debts and is threatening to have him jailed. When a young Don Juan wannabe gets killed by a jealous husband, the real Don Juan decides to let the pretender be buried in his place and retire to obscurity. But life as an ex-legend is not the relief he expected.
private life of british films 50's . com
The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
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