When they finally come to make the film of Francisco Nicolás Gómez Iglesias’s life—and judging by the way his story has enthralled the Spanish public of late, it can’t be far off—they really ought to cast Timothée Chalamet in the lead role.

Who else could embody such beguiling youthfulness? Such endearing, blue-eyed cheek? After all, this is the preppy, baby-faced con man who insinuated his way into the upper echelons of Spanish society with little more than bluster and puppy fat. It’s Frank Abagnale in Abercrombie & Fitch, Anna Sorokin with a phony motorcade.