i been shattered
take a bite out of the big apple. don't mind the maggots.
last night after a drink with a former work colleague/pal who works for a few months and then goes off to live for a few months in places like guatemala and india and wyoming, i went home and decided to watch last tango in paris. i got a dvd of it, see, because everyone says what a classic it is, and hey, i like classics.
anyhoo, my first surprise was that it was in color. for some reason i had always imagined this film was a black and white picture. my second surprise was that bertolucci was behind it. maybe these don't really qualify as surprises since, apparently, i knew little about the film at all except it is supposed to be erotic or racy and it stars marlon brando. i also thought eva marie saint was in it. i was wrong about that as well.
unlike superbad which i hated and had to stop watching because i quite literally thought, 'oh my god! right now i am wasting my life!' i watched last tango in its entirety, but my affection didn't manifest. maybe i've seen too many other bertolucci flicks so that they all become the same movie about erotic entanglements and passion and love but is it love or is it lust in masquerade? the older/younger romance thing too feels tired. i'm not against it, just find it a little boring. the whole proceeding reminded me of bitter moon (a horrible film i've written about and watched with my younger sister one evening), i think that was a polanski joint.
i would like to hear a defense of this movie as being worthwhile. perhaps when it came out, in 1972 (the year my sister was born, actually, and happy almost birthday my dear; does this count as a gift?) it was completely groundbreaking but beyond that possibility, what makes it so shattering? i get the usual--he's in despair, she finds her annoying filmmaker boyfriend tiresome, the sex is raw, how far would you go for love. but besides all that, i was uncompelled.
speaking of shattering, this morning just before stepping into the shower, i banged my elbow on a wall in my bathroom and started bleeding. it hurt mightily, the bone, and the cut hurt too when soap reached it. now it's sore to lean on but i don't think i've broken anything. thanks for your concern.
oh, is there more? there is always. but i have to get to work.
posted by Sara @ 2:31 PM
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It's all about the butter.
do you think that it is from the butter that we get the spatula scene with bill murray in that movie whose name i forget?
I'm not sure what the bill murray movie is, but the butter line has been parodied many times. In terms of breakthroughs, I'm guessing that was the first depiction of anal sex in a mainstream movie.
The Bill Murray movie in question is "Stripes."
Eve Marie Saint was in "On the Waterfront."
And how can it be that you weren't entertained by McLovin?
Ah yes, Stripes. That's it! McLovin? IS that Brando? Nah, was not entertained. Found it depressing. As for the anal sex and the butter...sure, I guess that's something.
No, no, McLovin was the kid with the fake ID in "Superbad." Seriously, when is anal sex, buttered or not, ever entertaining? Unless you're Toni Bentley.
now i'll really show my ignorance. who is toni bentley?
toni bentley...former ballerina. wrote a WHOLE book in praise of anal sex. you are not ignorant not to know that. i wish i didn't know that, if you see what i mean.
i feel you on last tango. as for superbad, while there are funny bits, enough is enough with the dudes, no?a little goes a long way.
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