Product: Last Tango in Paris (1973)
Rating: 4.0
Still powerful; Brando and Storaro at their peak; B.B. super
I first saw this film fifteen years ago. Now, as a thirty-something y.o. adult, the film has taken on a resonance it didn't have then. Brando is at his finest; the scene where he views his wife's body is incredibly powerful. It was Brando not acting, but being.The sex was not graphic at all by today's standards. There are very frank and uncomfortable situations portayed, and a few static shots of breasts and mons. Otherwise, the erotic impact is generated completely in the mind of the viewer.While the picture quality isn't exactly mindblowing, it was adequate. And yet, Storaro's genius shines through. Some of his best work. Fine score. I would have liked more, perhaps an interview with Brando, Bertolucci and Storaro.Of course, it's B.B.'s baby; he was way ahead of his time with this classic portrait of the darker side of human passion, loss and identity.