What a gift and a burden, to be Marcello Mastroianni. Though none of his 150 or so films were made in Hollywood, he is the consummate movie star: charming, at ease in his celebrity, with the light, self-deprecating tilt to his wit that royalty wears so well. The face wears well too. At 63 it has settled into a comfortable handsomeness. Today Mastroianni is exhausted from too many interviews on this Manhattan visit to promote his film Dark Eyes. But like a Casanova tantalized by the inevitability of one more conquest, he will of course accommodate another visitor. It is his...
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