Casanova, Last Love (2019)

Meh, yet another “aging Casanova meets his one true love who just happens to be 5000 years younger than him yet still finds him strangely alluring.” When will people figure out that Casanova is interesting if he’s young and hot and having fun? When will people figure out that 18-25 year olds aren’t terribly interested in balding, age-spotted old men unless those men are filthy rich and then trust me, it’s not a physical interest? Yes, May/December romances happen, but it’s such a fucking trope and I’m really over it; see also my rant about Geoffrey Rush and Gerard Depardieu. But once again, my 18th-Century Quest made me do my homework when it comes to Casanova, Last Love (2019).

Here’s your plot summary: in 1793, really really old Casanova tells the hot young daughter of his patron about that time 30 years ago (so 1763ish) he met “the one.” She’s a late teens/early 20s upscale prostitute (actress Stacy Martin was 19ish), he’s the aging Lothario who courts her (actor Vincent Lindon was 60ish). Various factors come between their love. End.

The costumes were designed by Madeline Fontaine, and they are fine if not spectacular minus some leading character syndrome on Casanova’s wigs:

Marianne primarily wears slightly fashion-forward fitted-back jackets and gowns:

Marianne too has leading character hair, in that it’s generally hanging all over the place:

I did like that she wears a short quilted petticoat over a bumroll, which was a nice way to accomplish the skirt back fullness typical of the 1780s (again, two decades too early, but there’s not a ton of clear examples of skirt supports for this era, and trying to figure out exactly how they got the silhouettes of the era is open to debate, and I thought this was a good approach):

Meanwhile, contrast both with supporting characters:

So, if you’re interested in Yet Another Aging Casanova and His True Love for a Blooming Young Thing, go ahead and watch Casanova, Last Love and report back.