A dopey Spanish comedy by Antonio Mercero about the ghost of Don Juan (Juan Luis Galiardo) emerging from his grave in contemporary Seville to replace a temperamental and arrogant stage actor (Galiardo again) who happens to be playing Don Juan and smuggling cocaine in his spare time. Full of whimsical conceitsopening credits that are sung, a choreographer (Loles Leon) who speaks only with her castanets (which are duly subtitled), numerous gags predicated on the fact that the ghost can’t be photographed and can walk through wallsthis is basically silly stuff, redeemed in part by a good-natured lack of pretension. (JR)