Last Tango in Brazil
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Yes, of course I see how Last Tango in Paris is a choice film for this hour of the day. I get it. Honest.
I do believe I've missed the margarine scene, however. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I won't explain it. Much like Blue Man Group, it's something one has to see to understand and appreciate fully. All I can say is that you'll never think of Marlon Brando in the same way ever again if you do see it.
I have to admit that it's one of the odder films I've ever seen, though not nearly as fucked up as Brando's version of The Island of Dr. Moreau - which is fucked up in a bad way, as in lacking in quality. If you're looking for a serious mindfuck, I can highly recommend Altered States, which is almost guaranteed to make you want to run out and find some peyote buttons; and Brazil. I cannot explain Brazil except in this fashion: When it first came out, a group of friends and I went to see it. After it was over we all got up to leave when the house lights came on, all of us except Carlos. Carlos was still sitting there, staring at the screen, with his mouth hanging open, agape, gobsmacked, he didn't even hear us when we called him.