Every film from Roger Ebert's "Great Movies" essays.
Last Tango in Paris
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.
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 –…
This led to my girlfriend and I getting in a surprisingly heated argument about whether Paul and Jeanne's relationship is a consensual one. I had said, before we watched the movie, that it was sexy, and she was pretty disturbed that what I found sexy, she found rape-y. It was a pretty far-reaching argument that was largely about whether an absence of a "no" ever means "yes," whether a sex act that leaves one party in tears can ever be considered consensual, whether a character's likability is even relevant in talking about a movie, and if so, where one draws the line (on this last point, I kind of harped on her continued, inexplicable affection for Walter White). It probably…
Film 89 of "The December Project" 2012
This has been a classic film that I've been meaning to watch and since it's leaving Netflix streaming in a week, I figured this would be the best time to knock it off my list of never seen classics. I admit the extent of my knowledge was that Brando was in it, and that it was an NC-17 movie.
I would say that I was kind of lost in the first 30 minutes or so, and I was actually starting to wonder why this is so revered. But then Brando and his charisma started to take over the film, and the outstanding performance he had was at center stage. I also…
It reflects terribly on me that this is the first time I've seen this film, but at least I was lucky enough to lose my TANGO-ginity in 35mm. Holy hell. That cinematography. It's an argument in and of itself for shooting films on film. Good luck getting anything that looks like this on Alexa.
This is one of those films whose visceral imagery will be imprinted on my cranium forever, along with HUNGER, BLUE VELVET, and REQUIEM FOR A DREAM. And that is largely due to Brando. There's nothing I can add to what has already been said about his performance, other than that it definitely lived up to the hype.
Having seen BLUE VELVET already, I couldn't help but…
Cruda, tormentosa, erótica, inestable y atrapante, ''Last Tango in Paris'' es un viaje al encuentro de dos almas solitarias que buscan evitar la soledad.
Marlon Brando está regio, maduro y demuestra en cada escena porqué es el mejor actor de su generación, no hay vueltas que dar con eso. Su interpretación choca y sorprende al mismo tiempo, en parte por sus pesares...en parte por sus conflictos emocionales.
A Maria Schneider la calificaron de ''actriz maldita'', ya que esta película significó su encasillamiento en papeles eróticos; hace una buena mancuerna con Brando y roban el aliento con sus escarceos amorosos salpicados de diálogos picantes. Para ser una lolita, le salió redonda la cuestión.
El trabajo musical del ''Gato'' Barbieri es envolvente,…
We found here a really interesting way to avoid facing the boredom of life.. And then, coward escaping from it.
Fact: At one point in this film Marlon Brando uses butter for lube.
Side note: I may never eat toast again.
'Last Tango in Paris' is sort of a mixed bag for me. The first act is chock full of the typical European art film tropes of the 60s and 70s that usually only succeed at making me roll my eyes but luckily things perk up once Brando is allowed to do more than look sad.
Bertolucci has some interesting things to say about a variety of different relationships and the film moves along quite nicely until the slightly over-the-top finale that kind of brings the film back to eye rolling territory.
Also of notes is how much seeing Brando in this made me appreciate his performance in 'The Godfather' (released the same year) even more! He really truly ages himself believably by at least 20 years as Don Corleone, which makes his Oscar even more worthy.
Someone tell Clarence Worley in True Romance that he's got shit taste in men. Never mind that hick momma's boy Elvis — the cultural revolution credited to Presley's swiveling hips was kick-started at the dawn of the decade by Marlon Brando. Fuck screaming teenyboppers on Ed Sullivan — Brando was lit dynamite for adults; sweating and scratching his way through the black-and-white artifice of A Streetcar Named Desire, tossing your radio out the window and tearing your Scarlett O'Hara's playhouse down and making a catchphrase out of the name Stella, to boot. If Elvis, as Lester Bangs once said, "alerted America to the fact that it had a groin with imperatives," then Brando's very screen presence — its sheer primal…
A superb - possibly career-best - Brando performance is largely drowned by queasy sex scenes (Maria Schneider's comments since have hardly helped) and a somewhat clumsy story. It's worth seeing for Brando alone, but it's horribly dated.
Maybe, maybe I'll write something later if I ever could. It's the strangest film I've seen.
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