Product: Last Tango in Paris (1973)
Rating: 4.0
"Listen, that's not a subway strap...that's me "c**k!"
Aside from the infamous "butter" and the "pig f***" scene--which are disturbing and can't bring myself to watch!--I wasn't exactly too shocked at this movie at all. Now that sex/porn is pretty much in the open, you can't be. I love Marlon Brando, and as usual, his performance was an emotionally intense one. I didn't realize how comical and hilarious Mr. Brando was until watching this movie. Despite the gloom, and dark (or orange tone!) of the film, I managed a chuckle and a good laugh from his dialogue... I wish Maria Schneider's character was more developed in this film. It just seems "Paul" and her geeky boyfriend (and Bertolucci) used her as nothing but an object. I wanted to know more about her character and what the deal was with her deceased father and whether Paul putting on her father's uniform hat triggered some sort of rage within. Did he sexually abuse her? Was their relationship incestuous? Other questions plagued me. Was Paul his wife's murderer or the lover? There was just way too much blood splatter for it to have been suicide. Was his wife a former prostitute? The end sickened me because you want (I wanted) "Jeanne" and "Paul" to fall in love and live happily ever after...but in this demented, even morbid Bertolucci flick that wasn't gonna happen!I was teary at the end because it was just so confusing and tragic...this poor man--despite his actions--finds love, refuge, and happiness and they're all literally shot down.