Don't Play But it's not all right. It never was, and it never will be. It's hard to know which is more shocking: But notice it most certainly has. But Schneider, who was just 19 and acting in her first major film role, did not.
It's hard to shake the image of a lecherous smirk passing between the two men as they hatched their plan. During that day's sex scene, Brando - who was 48, and whom Schneider thought of as "a father figure" - would dip his fingers into the butter and use it to lubricate her anus, without any warning.
AP He certainly got what he wanted. After it happened, she added, "Marlon didn't console me or apologise.
In the Rotterdam interview, which Schaap posted online in February and which was reposted by an Italian news site about a week ago, the journalist asked Bertolucci if he had any regrets. A little shock digital penetration? What does that matter compared to a work of genius? The real question is, can a director ever justify rape in the service of art? But that's not even a question we have to ask, is it?
It's a flat-out no. After all, Schneider and Brando both went on the record to state that no actual intercourse ever took place. Brando was certainly dismissive of the seriousness of the exchange when talking to American writer Harold Jaffe , in an interview published in Jaffe's book Brando Bleeds in Just a little of that French sweet butter. Though Maria said later that she'd felt violated. She turned against the film and the butter thing years later after she declared herself a feminist and bisexual.
We got along on the set. The French penal code defines rape as "any act of sexual penetration, whatever its nature, committed against another person by violence, constraint, threat or surprise". That last bit might almost have been written with Schneider's experience in mind.
Even if there was no penetration, it was still a gross act of bastardisation and deliberate humiliation, and a breach of the two men's duty of care. Before this story broke, I'd have defended Last Tango to the hilt as an important work of its time, albeit one that suffers from "many overused myths and stereotypes of women" in its handling of Schneider's character, as feminist film critic E.
Ann Kaplan noted soon after its release. Loading But not now. Now all I can see is a record of at best an abuse and at worst a crime committed by two middle-aged men against a young woman, under the wispy veil of art. That butter scene is no longer shocking, titillating or erotic. It is utterly rancid, and a stain on the legacy of two men who should have known better.