Does anyone else think that maybe Donald Trump modelled his 2020s image on Marlon Brando here? Anyway, Brando is veteran psychiatrist "Mickler" who is on the cusp of retirement and a contented life with his wife "Marilyn" (Faye Dunaway) when he is charged with evaluating a young man who has recently tried to commit suicide. It ought to be a straightforward enough job except he claims to be the eponymous, legendary, Lothario. Intrigued, "Mickler" decides he will try to get to know the fella (Johnny Depp) and evaluate him without putting him on medication. In best Cervantes style, "Don Juan" regales the doctor and pretty much the entire hospital staff with far-fetched stories of his amorous conquests and of his general joie de vivre. It's the latter man who also beings to impress upon the doc just how his own marriage has stagnated over the years and perhaps these romantic tales are having more of a beneficial effect on the clinician than they are on the patient! Meantime, corroborating evidence is being conflictingly provided as to just whom "Don Juan" actually is. Might he even be the real thing? It's quite entertaining in spurts, this film, but there are not enough of them and the shrink-session style of conversation starts to run out of steam and rather repeat itself after a while. Depp is charismatic enough but Brando is really just going through the motions and the comedic elements are few and far between. It's watchable but somehow it's just devoid of any spark.