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Last Tango in Paris
Bernardo Bertolucci's Landmark Film
A young Parisian woman begins a sordid affair with a middle-aged American businessman whom lays out ground rules that their clandestine relationship will be based only on sex.
Gives a whole new definition to the phrase 'to butter someone up'
Guess philosophical porn just ain't my thing.
Last Tango in Paris, the infamous psychosexual drama from Bernardo Bertolucci, upset conservatives in 1972 when it came out but is tame by today's standards.
Marlon Brando rents a small apartment and begins an anonymous affair with a much younger Parisian woman (Maria Schneider). His wife's recent suicide has led him to conclude his marriage was a sham built on falsehoods. Determined to separate sex from intimacy (or truth from illusion), Brando insists on total anonymity, which intensifies their liaison and allows them to harbour an idealised notion of one another.
Tango includes two principle sex scenes that are shocking only in terms of Brando's outward aggression toward Schneider (the camera pays much attention to her smooth legs, lolling breasts…
Graphic and uncompromising Bertolucci's masterpiece, not for the faint of heart or easily offended. Marvelous acting and direction make of this an exquisite piece of art to enjoy several times. Lust, passion, intoxicating existentialism and experimental filmmaking is today's strong dish, accompanied by a forbidden, Platonic steamy affair.
Last Tango in Paris tells the story of a 45-year-old American man (Marlon Brando) and a 20-year-old French woman (Maria Schneider) who meet by chance and become involved in a sexual relationship. He demands that they reveal nothing about themselves—not even their names. In their "real" lives away from each other, they are confronted with major life changes. He deals with his wife's death, and she becomes engaged to her young boyfriend (Jean-Pierre Léaud). The more difficult their real lives become, the more they need to be together in their secret apartment where they have no name.
The film was considered sexually explicit and vulgar when it was released in 1972. By today's standards, it contains little that will shock…
Well, bugger me......
How do I even begin to talk about this movie? The high I felt after seeing it has not subsided; I still feel as if I were standing on God’s scalp, my arms outstretched, everything a dazed blur, a colorful whirl. I have never had a more ecstatic experience watching a movie in the theater – and while I am on this note, let me express how grateful I am that there are still theaters which show masterpieces like Bernardo Bertolucci’s “Last Tango in Paris.” Because there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that can ever replace the moment when the lights go down and the screen erupts into life, and the world – with all its paradox, confusion, striving, failure –…
Well, I can check seeing an aging Marlon Brando naked off of my bucket list.
most of the 'edgy' stuff comes off as contrived and silly but you can't fault the premise and the last tango in Paris scene is the funniest most honest part
marlon in this lmao ?????? fuck me up
Last Tango in Paris is one of the most famous "erotic films" and also probably the most highly respected film to receive the infamous NC-17 rating. The film follows a middle-aged American (Marlon Brando) living in Paris who begins an affair with a young Parisian (Maria Schneider) engaged to marry a clueless filmmaker (Jean-Pierre Leuad). The film is pretty basic in its plotting; the two meet by chance and engage in a purely sexual relationship. Early on, I found myself more interested in each character's private life as Brando struggles with the recent suicide of his wife and Schneider deals with the lack of truth in her relationship. These elements eventually do influence the two's relationship to each other more…
In its day it may have been a salacious and controversial film but now it feels almost humdrum and borderline comical at points, but with Brando’s gargantuan presence the finished product is a film with pathos, depth and gravitas. It’s unlike most anything that’s come before or since and sometimes it’s for the better and sometimes it’s for the worse, nevertheless the finished product is memorable, dramatic, entertaining and unforgettable.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I have to admit that I was really expecting a total smut fest here. It's just another example of not judging a book by it's cover and always giving a movie a chance to wow you before you judge it. I had heard almost nothing about Last Tango in Paris, except that it had been affixed an NC-17 rating (originally an X, until 1997) and that it was filled with sex. Okay, sure the film has a few sex scenes, but it's a shame that someone completely ignorant to the film (me) was given the impression that this was nothing but smut. This film is unjustly represented as nothing more than a two hour romp in the sack, never with…
Filme visceral! Um profundo estudo de personagens e da natureza humana, sua primitividade.
O mundinho particular compartilhado pelos personagens no apartamento, renega todo tipo de convenção social e comunicabilidade criados pelo convívio em sociedade. Para ambos os personagens, significa uma chance de extravasarem-se e liberarem seus instintos.
Para Paul, uma chance de esquecer-se da podridão mundana e moral externo, presente nas ruas.
Já para Jeanne, uma forma de reviver sua infância, onde a hipocrisia da moralidade humana poderia ser renegada.
É interessantíssima a relação criada entre os dois personagens, uma relação quase 'edípica'.
Sua fotografia (a cargo do mestre Vittorio Storaro), assim como o design de produção, valoriza muito o jogo de iluminação e de sombras.
A trilha sonora de jazz é mais um elemento que contribui, e muito, para a criação atmosférica e sensualidade.
Além, é claro, da excelente direção de Bertolucci.
A film about embracing the hedonistic as a response to death's lingering. This story of sordid subservience occasionally meanders, but its characters weave tangled tapestries which make for compelling viewing. Its eroticism is not there to titillate, but rather to provide a striking counterpoint to our innate fear of being vulnerable. Perhaps we need la petite mort to ward off the nagging feeling that death is waiting in the wings. If we "die" multiple times in life through this act of surrender, we may be more comfortable with our own mortality.
Every film that has ever been nominated for an Academy Award in any category. Enjoy!