406. Last Tango in Paris, 1972. France.
D. Bernardo Bertolucci
Everyone kept telling me how great Brando was in this, but I don’t know… He was way off it, for me. Sometimes it seemed like he was just saying random shit. I thought Maria Schneider was great, though. I really didn’t want to watch this, it didn’t appeal to me for some reason, and I only finally got around to it because I had a Jean-Pierre Leaud itch to scratch (I like your face, sir). But I ended up appreciating a lot about it. So I’m ticking it off the list, but with a reminder to MAYBE watch it again because Netflix obviously had to show the toned-down version. THEY CUT THE BUTTER, I KNOW THAT MUCH. But it also seems wildly wrong to rewatch it to make sure I don’t miss the rape scene.
I mean, gross.