Last Tango in Paris Page #3

Synopsis: While looking for an apartment, Jeanne, a beautiful young Parisienne, encounters Paul, a mysterious American expatriate mourning his wife's recent suicide. Instantly drawn to each other, they have a stormy, passionate affair, in which they do not reveal their names to each other. Their relationship deeply affects their lives, as Paul struggles with his wife's death and Jeanne prepares to marry her fiance, Tom, a film director making a cinema-verite documentary about her.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Bernardo Bertolucci
Production: United Artists
  Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 7 wins & 7 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.1
Metacritic:
77
Rotten Tomatoes:
80%
NC-17
Year:
1972
129 min
Website
1,346 Views


What a long tongue you have.

The better to stick in your rear,

my dear.

Whats this for?

Thats your happiness

and my "ha-penis. "

Peanuts?

Schlong.

Prick. Joint.

Its funny.

Its like playing grown-ups

when you`rre little.

I feel like a child again here.

- Did you have fun as a kid?

- Its the most beautiful thing.

Is it beautiful to be made

into a tattletale...

or forced to admire authority or

sell yourself for a piece of candy?

- I wasnt like that.

- No?

I was writing poems.

I was drawing castles,

big castles with tower.

A lot of tower.

- You never thought about sex?

- No, no sex.

- No, no sex.

- Tower.

You were probably in love

with your teacher then.

- My teacher was a woman.

- Then she was a lesbian.

- How did you know?

- Thats classical.

But anyway-

My first love

was my cousin Paul.

Im gonna get a hemorrhoid

if you keep telling me names.

No names.

I dont mind if you tell the truth,

but don`tt give me the names.

- I cant handle that.

- Sorry.

Go on and tell the truth.

- What else?

- I was 13.

He was dark, very thin.

I can see him. Big nose.

A big romance.

I fell in love with him

when I heard him playing piano.

You mean, when he first

got into your knickers.

He was a child prodigy.

He was playing with both hands.

Ill bet he was.

Probably getting his kicks.

- We were dying of heat.

- Oh, yeah.

Good excuse. What else?

In the afternoon,

when the grown-ups were napping-

- You started grabbing his joint.

- Youre crazy!

- Well, he touched you.

- I never let him. Never.

Liar, liar, pants on fire,

nose as long as a telephone wire.

You mean to tell me

that he didnt touch you?

Look me straight in the face

and say "He didnt touch me once. "

No, he touched me,

but the way he did it.

Aha! The way he did it.

Okay, what did he do?

Behind the house

there were two trees:

a plantain tree and a chestnut.

I sat under the plantain tree

and he sat under the chestnut.

And one, two, three,

we each began to masturbate.

The first who came won.

Why dont you listen to me?

When did you first come?

How old were you?

The first time?

I was very late for school.

I began running downhill.

Suddenly, I felt

a strong sensation here.

I came as I ran.

Then I ran faster and faster,

and the more I ran...

the more I came.

Two days later

I tried running again...

but no dice.

Why dont you listen to me?

You know, it seems to me

Im talking to the wall.

Your solitude weighs on me,

you know?

It isnt indulgent or generous.

Youre an egoist!

I can be by myself too,

you know.

We cant sleep with this music.

I came to this hotel

for one night...

and stayed for five years.

When we had the hotel

people came here to sleep.

Now they do anything.

They hide out, take drugs,

play music.

Remove that hand.

Youre not alone.

I`mm here.

Youre crazy!

Im beginning to understand.

You want me to stop the music?

Okay.

Ill make him shut up.

What are you doing, Paul?

Whats the matter, Mother?

Are you upset? Don`tt be upset.

Nothing really

to be upset about.

It takes so little to make them afraid.

You wanna know what theyre afraid of?

Theyre afraid of the dark.

Imagine that.

I want you to meet my friend.

Turn on the light.

You ought to meet

a few clients of the hotel.

Folks, Id like you

to say hello to Mom.

Mom, this is Mr. Juicehead Junkie.

And Mr. Saxophone...

hes our connection, Mom.

Gives us some hard stuff.

And right here is the beautiful

Miss Blow Job of 1933.

Shes still making a few points

when she takes her teeth out.

- Light, Paul.

- Dont you want to say hello?

This is Mom.

You afraid of the dark, Mom?

Shes afraid of the dark.

Oh, well, poor thing.

All right, sweetheart.

Ill take care of you. Don`tt worry.

I`lll give you a little light.

Dont you worry about a thing.

Lets go back to bed.

- Good night, Madam.

- Good night.

Good night, Marcel.

Good night, Paul.

Who is it?

You like?

He was Rosas lover.

What am I doing

in this apartment with you?

Love?

Well...

lets say we`rre just taking...

a flying f***

at a rolling doughnut.

So you think Im a "wore. "

I think youre a what?

A what? A "wore"?

- A "wore. "

- You mean "whore," right?

Yes. A whore.

No, youre just a dear

old-fashioned girl trying to get along.

Why were you

going through my pockets?

To find out who you are.

- Yes.

- Well, if you look real close...

youll see me

hiding behind my zipper.

Well, we know that he buys clothes

in some big store.

Thats not much...

but its a beginning.

Thats not a beginning.

That`ss a finish.

Well, okay.

Lets forget it.

How old are you?

Ill be 93 this weekend.

Oh!

You dont look it.

Thank you.

- Have you been in college?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I went to...

the University of Congo.

- Studied whale f***ing.

- Wow.

Barbers dont usually

go to university.

Are you telling me

that I look like a barber?

No, but thats a razor`ss barber.

Thats a barber`ss razor.

Barbers razors.

Yes.

Or a madmans.

So you want to cut me up?

No.

That would be like

writing my name on your face.

Like they do to slaves?

Slaves are branded on the ass,

and I want you free.

Free?

Im not free.

You want to know why you dont

want to know anything about me?

- Because you hate women.

- Oh, really?

What have they ever done to you?

Well...

either they always pretend

to know who I am...

or they pretend that I dont know

who they are, and that`ss very boring.

Im not afraid to say who I am.

I`mm 20 years old-

No! I-

Jesus Christ.

Wheres your brain?

Shut up.

Get it?

I know its tough,

but you`rre gonna have to bear it.

You know, these sinks

are really beautiful.

Theyre very rare.

You don`tt find them anymore.

I think its these sinks

that let you stay together.

Hmm? Dont you think?

Whats that?

What`ss all this?

Mad? Mad? Huh?

Mad? Mad?

I think Im happy with you.

Encore! Do it again!

Again!

I am coming.

I am ready.

Are we going together?

He is a jerk.

He didnt even say bye!

What are you doing here?

Im coming. I`mm flying.

Stay there!

Why didnt you talk

on the phone?

Whats the matter?

Find another girl for your film.

But why?

You take advantage of me.

You make me do things

Ive never done.

Youre stealing my time.

You make me do

whatever you want.

The film is over.

Im tired of having

my mind raped!

Come in.

You wanted to talk to me?

Do.

But... "I didnt come here

to cry with you. "

It bothers you

if I keep working?

It distracts me

after what happened.

Identical.

- Rose wanted them identical.

- Our bathrobes.

You cant tell me anything

I don`tt already know.

Same color, same design.

Yes, yes.

You are precise.

Im wondering why...

you save

these newspaper clippings.

Is it a job or a hobby?

I dont like the word "hobby. "

Its a job

to roll out the salary.

Then its serious.

Its a job that makes you read.

Very instructive.

Be sincere.

Didnt you know

we had identical bathrobes?

We have lots of things

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Bernardo Bertolucci

Bernardo Bertolucci (Italian: [berˈnardo bertoˈluttʃi]; born 16 March 1941) is an Italian director and screenwriter, whose films include The Conformist, Last Tango in Paris, 1900, The Last Emperor (for which he won the Academy Award for Best Director), The Sheltering Sky, Stealing Beauty and The Dreamers. In recognition of his work, he was presented with the inaugural Honorary Palme d'Or Award at the opening ceremony of the 2011 Cannes Film Festival. Since 1979, he has been married to screenwriter Clare Peploe. more…

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