This is perhaps one of the most self-indulgent films I’ve ever seen. Allow me to describe. Sally Potter is a film-maker wants to learn how to tango, so she hires one of the best tango dancers to teach her. She then makes a film about her experience learning to tango casting herself as, well herself, so that the audience can watch her dance throughout the film.
We are somewhat saved in that it’s very enjoyable watching Pablo Veron dance. I was however left a little uncomfortable with this dashing young dancer having an affair with this older filmmaker. Perhaps because it seemed like he was only doing it to be part of the movie. I can’t really say what was real and what was fiction which is I suppose the whole point. Did they really have an affair? I guess I’ll never know.
If all of the above doesn’t sound ridiculous let me add that at the closing credits Sally Potter sings and sings badly. Tone deaf.
I was reminded of this film this week, because I heard an anecdote about a woman who can’t sing making a CD of her own recordings and distributing it to all her friends and subordinants at work. Some people just have no idea.