Enter Lasse Halstrom's fictionalised romance about the greatest lover of women there ever was, a man called, quite simply, Casanova.

A swashbuckling, irrepressibly prolific lover, this was always a hard role to attempt, and critics felt the film didn't succeed -- the kinder ones called it a passable romantic comedy.

Heath's character, on the other hand, was right on the nail: a fascinating, philandering rogue who we would have hated, if only he wasn't so darned irresistible.