Review of Last Tango in Paris (1972) by Jose Luis M — 25 Dec 2014
Art shit. How does anybody like films like this and call them genius? They must also like to look at people's poop and call it the most beautiful thing they've ever seen. I've seen Brando be great in other movies, but in this one the whole thing was a giant mess with seemingly no direction.
The irony is throughout the film they make fun of a pretentious film director, but meanwhile all I could think was this guy directing is pretentious and the actors are basket-cases. Most of the film covers an unusual narrative involving two broken and immature people droning on in thick accents talking about nonsense and not much else going on.
There are side stories but they don't really explain them that much. Not the romantic movie or at least decent half interesting movie I was hoping for. Nothing erotic about this film, just disgusting, misogynistic, and masochistic most of the sex scenes.
I just wasted a couple hours of my life to watch characters I don't like fight and behave like children incoherently, save yourself some time.
This review of Last Tango in Paris (1972) was written by Jose Luis M on 25 Dec 2014.
Last Tango in Paris has generally received positive reviews.
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