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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…
For all the controversy apparently surrounding the content in Bertolucci's film, it's surprisingly tame by today's standards. Though the shock of the illicit rendezvous between the two leads may have been replaced by lingering questions regarding whether Paul rapes Jeanne in one or two scenes. Another surprise to me was how un-erotic the film actually was. To me it had always been described as dripping with lust and permeating with pleasure (Pauline Kael's famous review regarding the atmosphere at the premiere screening comes to mind) but to me at least it felt very cold. I could feel the passion emanating from Brando's Paul but not passion of lust but something far rawer and angrier. The scene where he's at his…
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 –…
Bertolucci said that the idea for Last Tango in Paris came from a personal fantasy. He also said that he initially shot a scene where Brando was naked, but cut it because he identified so much with Brando's character that he was too ashamed to put it in the film. This is telling, because he had clearly no compunctions about showing Schneider naked, and why would he, if he identifies so strongly with an angry asshole who is obsessed with having power over an anonymous woman he just met?
THIS IS ELAINE REVIEWING NOW
LAST TANGO IN PARIS IS RUBBISH HOW IS THIS FILM PRAISED SO MUCH IS APPALLING!!!!
creative camerawork and shadowplay can't save this film from being dull, misogynistic, pretentious and disappointing
A strangely intoxicating psychosexual drama.
Pretentious is a word a try to avoid when describing films but there's no word more fitting for Bertolucci's dull and unpleasant psychosexual drama.
50 Shades of Yuck.
this film is just pretentious as hell. the characters are insufferable and disgusting. on top of all that Brando can't understand French and he repeatedly fucks up scenes by reacting at the wrong time or with the wrong words. it takes a special kind of dullard to make something this stupid and think it's a stroke of genius.
Last Tango in Paris was released in 1972, and is considered a landmark film, as it was intended to usher in a cinematic movement of adult-themed films, the goal of which was not to titillate the audience with sexual imagery, but to deal with sexuality in a mature and reverent fashion. Of course, it wasn’t without a firestorm of controversy, from both feminists and conservative critics, many of which deemed the film pornographic and demeaning. Granted, there are scenes in Bernardo Bertolucci’s film that remain quite potent and disturbing to this day. However, it remains an incredibly powerful character study – complex and rewarding, featuring two unapologetically raw performances from the Marlon Brando and Maria Schneider.
Last Tango in Paris…
Who else can make this scene for us and park his gum before the last moments of his life and look at us like that, Brando or Bertolucci ?
An aging Marlon Brando uses butter as lube in this film, would not recommend.
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