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"the best film I've seen about the autumn of a man's life" Really?

Posted by Victor Khomenko on August 26, 2010 at 11:59:24:

So this is what the autumn is like? How did I miss it? :(

I could think of dozens of films better delving into that subject, starting with Wild Strawberries, for instance. But I guess we all have different vision of human seasons! :) I would suggest Autumn of a Pig would be more appropriate title in case of that gem.

The Conformist, in my view, makes a passing grade, but I fail to see how Trintingant being brilliant makes Bertolucci great director.

However, if one were to pick the film that best reflected the director's feeble aging lecher's nature, that would be The Dreamers piece of dreck... considering that the Tango today is nothing but a stale, boring and dated piece of impotent man's dry dream.

His friend Pasolini was a revolutionary... Bertolucci was nothing but a pale imitator, sympathizer, who never had courage to really say what was on his mind... he danced around the subject and thought everyone should be interested in his sexual ego.