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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…
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, bugger me......
On an emotional level Last Tango in Paris strikes right on, with it's beautiful photography and writing, and not least the immense performance of Marlon Brando. It's an ever mystifying film about need with two character studies in it's center slowly unraveling each others personas. Bertolucci manages to let some crazy into his piece as well, and it's welcome. It gives the whole film some unpredictability and edge which is necessary since it's a film that relies heavy on it's atmosphere.
Uma danca entre os atores literalmente...Brando genius
How the hell did this make it to AFI's 100 Passions list? I guess rape was more romantic in the '70s than it is today.
Marlon Brando gives what could quite possibly be the best performance of his career in this entertaining and thought provoking romance film. Some love it, some hate it. I happen to be on the side of those who love it and remember the experience of watching it for the first time as one of the most unique film experiences of my life.
Not what I was expecting. There's a playfulness to a secondary story that I didn't even know existed going into it, while the scenes between Brando and Schneider were neither as dour or sexually explicit as I had been led to believe, HOWEVER this films reputation was a product of 1972, so that must be kept in mind. I thought that Brando, and Schneider, both, did a pretty incredible job, though.
It's disturbing in some parts, flowery dialogue, Brando acting for the most part but overall dull and not what I was led to believe it was to be.
I wrote this capsule about Bernardo Bertolucci's 1972 sexual psychodrama for Brooklyn Magazine.
I'll never look at a tub of Lurpak the same again. That being said, this is a great little film with two amazing performances. The rising score sometimes feels a bit dated but the way the relationship is told is beautiful and strange. A must watch.
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