Ah, yes. When hearing the name Bernado Bertolucci, most older film goers may think of Last Tango In Paris with a warm rush of nostalgia (and butter). I, on the other hand, am reminded of betting with friends as to who would do Liv Tyler in Stealing Beauty (“please not Jeremy Irons!” we cried…). Okay, so maybe I haven’t been around long enough to truly appreciate Bertolucci’s work, and to tell you the truth I didn’t last more than half an hour in front of Last Tango In Paris, but I seem to remember quite enjoying Stealing Beauty.
The Dreamers seems to solidify the notion that the director is well past his peak. Sure, it’s confronting, and sometimes sexy, but on the whole this is a fairly insubstantial film. Again, I wasn’t around in the 60s and 70s, but the points made by Michael Pitt’s character Matthew are pretty darn obvious.
Michael Pitt is of course one of the reasons I was persuaded to hire this film. After Bully, Murder By Numbers and The Village I thought it would be interesting to see him in a lead role. He does ok in The Dreamers, but the film simply isn’t up to scratch.
The distributors seemed to sell this as a very naughty film, but the sexual scenes aren’t particularly shocking really. Most of it is done by suggestion, and at times seems a little half hearted.