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When Rudolpho saw my camera, he hauled me into his restaurant and posed in front of a mural of his family. He is the son of Pedro Infante, one of the great movie idols of Mexico. I made the mistake of professing ignorance and Rudolpho became slightly indignant: "Just say the name Infante and everyone will know." He was right: an internet search turned up 343,950 references to Pedro Infante. I read of his "trilogy of bittersweet sorrow," his multiple wives and mistresses, his belief in the sexually stimulating properties of cognac, his death piloting a converted cargo plane on April 15, 1957, and the rumors he was not killed, but that his handsome face was terribly disfigured and he went into hiding. |