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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 –…
This is one of the worst films I have ever seen. Bertolucci is disgusting. Brando doesn't know his lines. Schneider seems vaguely confused. The script is like the fantasy of a pretentious date rapist.
But it gets two stars for cinematography. Long live Storaro!
Wow. This is emotionally draining.
3 April 2015 ★★★★☆ (2)
3 April 2015 ★★★★☆ (1)
Let's all just admit to ourselves that everyone - Pauline Kael included - went a little bit insane when this movie came out in 1972. In retrospect, it seems perfectly clear to me that the intense hype surrounding this film stemmed less from Bertolucci's auteur genius and more from an immense desire within the film world to feel validated and artistic.
This is not to say that Bertolucci has never shown promise - he clearly did with The Conformist, and Last Tango is no walk in the park. It's certainly uncompromising and in its own way it is lovingly beautiful. I think it may in fact contain the best performance of Brando's career. However, it's sagged down under the flatulent…
I switched to "I can't believe its not butter!"
Oh I think I'm in love with Bertolucci. After loving 1900 I loved this too. I'd have to watch it again to sort out the sexual politics, but on an immediate level: I love the colors, the meta aspects, the performances, the terrible dubbing, the loose, Breathless-like structure, Brando's almost completely unlikable character. It was completely unerotic to me, to be honest, but I still adored it.
Mi obsesión por Paris y por Brando han hecho que me flipe demasiado esta película.
A great, as usual, performance by Marlon Brando. The scenes between Maria Schneider and her boyfriend's character are really boring. I really liked the movie right until the end. Also, butter, really?
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