A man is so distraught over the death of his wife that he rapes a stranger. This being a French film, she not only doesn't file charges, but also keeps returning to him for more action. Brando is always worth watching and he has some fine moments here, but can't overcome the shortcomings of a poorly written character and Bertolucci's generally rambling and pretentious script. Schneider does OK in her film debut. The subplot involving her relationship with Leaud is uninteresting. The dialog is in French and English. It is unfortunate that the subscripts disappear when they speak English because her English is hard to understand and he mumbles a lot.
Review of Last Tango in Paris
