The Tango Lesson

1997, Movie, PG, 102 mins

TANGO LESSON, THE
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Dance, dance, dance... and not much else. Sally Potter follows up her gender-bent ORLANDO with this very personal, frankly narcissistic take on that sultry dance of erotic combat, the tango. Potter pretty much plays herself, an independent-minded English filmmaker named Sally who becomes obsessed with the tango after watching a performance by sexy Argentine Pablo (Pablo Veron). Pablo agrees to give Sally dance lessons, hoping that their relationship will lead to a starring role in one of her films. It's a cozy arrangement that soon becomes very cozy, but just as the dance brought them together, it also threatens to tear them apart when Sally starts bristling at the submissive role this sexy pas de deux demands of women. Potter's film dances along the very fine line between labor of love and vanity project: She's clearly in love with the tango -- beautifully captured here by cinematographer Robby Muller in stark black and white -- but for some obscure reason she feels that her own mastery of its intricacies makes for interesting viewing. There are a couple of intriguing thoughts scattered about -- the power plays inherent in both dancing and filmmaking is one -- but no sooner are they touched upon than our dancing fools are at it again, hoofing away at the drop of a hat. Much may indeed be encoded in the dramatic movements of the tango, but the endless string of demonstrations doesn't reveal enough to justify Potter's film. leave a comment --Ken Fox
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