Don Juan De Marco (1994)

A young man (Johnny Depp) who claims to be Don Juan, the world's greatest lover, is taken into custody after a suicide attempt and placed in a psychiatric facility. As he tells his life story to his psychiatrist (Marlon Brando), he has a profound effect on his analyst who starts questioning his own complacency. This rather clever conceit of a movie was written by its director, Jeremy Leven. Like Brando's psychiatrist, we too fall under this Don Juan's spell and his fantastic stories. We're enraptured, we want to believe them even if our intellect cries out hogwash. It's been said that after seeing Cocteau's BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, that Greta Garbo reputedly cried out, "Give me back my beast!". So here when the official explanation of Depp's "real" life is given, we don't really want to know or care, well, at least I didn't. I wanted my Don Juan back. Perhaps sensing this, the film's final coda plays into that wish. Depp has never been more charming and although he was in Orson Welles territory weight wise at this point in his career, Brando he still gives off enough of the old spark even if he is working on two cylinders instead of all four. With Faye Dunaway as Brando's wife, Rachel Ticotin, Talisa Soto and Bob Dishy.