Finished Last Tango in Paris last night. I enjoyed in better in its second viewing, but I’m not sure this one stands up. It’s still great to see in its historic perspective. It’s easy to see how its raw depiction of obsessive sexuality was groundbreaking for its time. I think the two anal scenes still would challenge a contemporary audience.
Still what’s really interesting about this film is to see in the context of Bertolucci’s other works. He seems to have a love of American expats discovering their sexuality. Interestingly, as he has gotten older, his focus has been more on first loves with the likes of Stealing Beauty and the Dreamers. Now I just want to see Sheltering Sky again.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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