No one bit on this, but I'll flesh it out a bit since it's kind of a funny movie and sort of relevant to some of what has been discussed here lately. It's an old western and Bronson plays an outlaw bank robber and blah blah blah... One day he comes to an outside-of-town manor occupied by a lone woman. He needs to hide out for a while, so at first he's holding her hostage, but she's hot so he seduces her. She, being a lonely widow, likes the attention and goes along with it, and they spend an idyllic afternoon. After he leaves, he is soon arrested, convicted, and sentenced to a couple years in jail for some other crime under a different, mistaken identity. On her part, the townsfolk know what she did and brand her a harlot. But she writes a novel about the affair, and portrays it as an epic, romantic love story. The book becomes a runaway best seller, and the tale and the 'outlaw' persona become famous and larger than life. In jail, Bronson is aware of this and reads the book. When he is finally released, he decides to go back and reunite with the woman. But by then, the story has become so overblown, even in her mind, that she does not recognize him. His efforts to convince her and anyone else that he actually is the guy are met with disbelief, scorn, and derision.