"Since I shave every blessed day," Agustin Lara once remarked, "I have long ago learned from my mirror that my face has no business before a camera. But since people have a morbid curiosity about things that do not concern them, a film on my lifeno matter how wretchedly donewould be sure to fill the movie houses."
In Mexico City last week movie houses were packed by a wretched distortion of the life of Agustin Lara. Called Noches de Ronda ("Nights of Revelry"), it was a pale, sentimental story of a café musician's...
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