Review of Last Tango in Paris (1972) by Kelly L — 14 Jan 2010
The brilliance and efficiency of this film is proved in the discomfort it causes. Although Marlon Brando was wonderful, I can't help to have a mix of uncomfortable feelings and vague confusion when I watch it.
And though I am moved to watch it again, because of the wonderful soundtrack that calls me or the need to taste once more that untamed savageness defined, maybe by Brando's presence, maybe by Bertolucci's cunning; I do it out of sadism, out of the distortion inherent to human personality.
This review of Last Tango in Paris (1972) was written by Kelly L on 14 Jan 2010.
Last Tango in Paris has generally received positive reviews.
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