Casanova -2005 Film- Link

She holds his gaze, then steps aside to let him in. He places the lute on the counter, looks around at the quiet shelves, and smiles. “I suppose,” he says, “I shall have to learn to read.”

“And have you?” she asks, amused.

“The real Bernardo sends his regards,” he says. “He is now a monk.”

“I took it off,” he replies softly. “I am not the man who seduces women. I am the man who was seduced by one woman. The final chapter, Francesca—you were right. I had never read it. Now I want to write it. With you.” casanova -2005 film-

Complications pile like carnival masks. Francesca is promised to the grotesque, sausage-fingered Papprizzio, a Genoese meat tycoon. Meanwhile, the real Bernardo—a timid scholar—shows up, threatening to blow Casanova’s cover. And Pucci arrives from Rome, determined to make Casanova a public example.

She crosses her arms. “You lied to me. You wore a mask.”

Fin.

The final scene is not a gondola, but a small, quiet bookshop in the countryside. Francesca is arranging volumes on a shelf when the door creaks open. There stands Casanova, dusty, barefoot, carrying only a lute. “Bernardo,” she says dryly.

Enter Victoria (Natalie Dormer), a bookish heiress with no interest in romance. She’s perfect. But before he can propose, his eye—and his vanity—are snagged by a new arrival in the city: a young woman riding astride a horse, wearing a black cloak and a silver mask, fearlessly debating philosophy in the town square.

She is Francesca Bruni (Sienna Miller), a proto-feminist who believes love is a myth invented by men to get what they want. Disguised as her brother to attend university lectures, she is everything Casanova has never faced: a woman who is not charmed by him. She holds his gaze, then steps aside to let him in

The film opens not with a seduction, but with a chase. Casanova (Heath Ledger) sprints across the rooftops of St. Mark’s Square, pursued by an armed husband, the formidable Signor Puchi. Out of breath and grinning, Casanova dives through a window, landing gracefully at the feet of the very woman he’s supposed to be avoiding. “Madame,” he whispers, helping her with her corset strings, “your husband believes I have compromised your honor.”

The film’s centerpiece is the carnival finale. Casanova, now hopelessly in love with Francesca, must duel Papprizzio (who turns out to be a surprisingly skilled swordsman), escape Pucci’s guards, win Francesca’s forgiveness for his lies, and ride off into the Venetian sunset.

But in a twist of pure farce, he fails spectacularly. He is arrested, dragged before the Doge, and sentenced to be hanged at dawn. “The real Bernardo sends his regards,” he says

Venice, 1753, shimmered like a gilded cage. And inside that cage, fluttering from one beautiful window to the next, was Giacomo Casanova. To the city’s husbands, he was a scoundrel. To its wives, a revelation. To the Church’s Holy Inquisition, he was a heretic in silk stockings.

Moved, the Doge commutes his sentence to exile.