(viewed on 9/11/11)
While I have Mr. Brando here on the blog, I’ll reflect on Last Tango in Paris.
Aaahh! “Ugh, what happened MB?” I winced again and again. And: “Ick.” Later it died down to: “Nice haircut.”
It wasn’t just Brando’s pasty-yet-crinkled face that made me feel the weight of time while watching this film. There’s something lost seeing it almost 40 years after it was released, and being aware of the all the controversy surrounding it. It’s impossible to be shocked when you’re waiting for a shock. Instead, I bristled at the rape scenes and at the love scenes alike.
A film stripped to its bones, starring a lost soul and an vacant shell. I can say the ending was a perfect relief, without giving away the one scene you may not already know about.
