Title: What A Pompous Piece Of Crap!
Product review: The dancing was probably the ONLY watchable thing about this film -- and even that was disappointing compared to some other films. My gawd!To me, this is the worst kind of film -- one that assumes it's a work of art simply because it has all the trappings of film-as-art. Yes, it's beautifully photographed, it's in black and white, it makes use of visual allegories, it LOOKS like it has profound meaning to go with the dance and the music. But, ultimately this movie is nothing more than an empty exercise in self-indulgence, dressed up an art film. I did not care about the characters, I did not care about their relationship, and eventually I can tell that the director/actress does not care about the audience.Moreover, this film ultimately lacks the depth and tension of the dance around which it supposedly surrounds itself. Tango is a tease, it has drama, it's audacious, it's hot -- precisely what this film is not.
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