I watched l’Ultimo Bacio yesterday (funny how you too noticed that I watched four movies this week-end, Kill Bill 1&2, Inconvenient Truth and now the Last Kiss). Apparently, a 2001 American remake (with Zach Braff) was produced but I ignored it. This is the power of Netflix, you have the power to ignore awful American remakes which transform sensitive pictures into bloody circus. With Netflix we can all be elegant and romantic Europeans. Stefano Accorsi, the main character, which must have been exactly 30 years old at the time the movie came out, incidentally looked gorgeous.
But that’s not my point. My point is that the whole movie is built around the transitional period in any straight man’s life (the characters are in their late twenties) where he has to accept that the woman he will marry might very well be the last woman he ever has sex with. Yeah it was a cultural experience for me to try to fit in the shoes of a straight man of about my age. In the movie, the man cheats on his girlfriend (albeit briefly…but he cheats) and ultimately decides that he really loves the woman and he marries her and they have kids etc… This is what they call “grappling with finally becoming an adult”. In the gay world, we usually have the same kind of anxiety attack when we are stuck in relationships which are strating to become serious but we solve it differently: we either break-up or suggest an open-relationship (which is just another name for break-up). God granted us the power to remain promiscuous children forever and ever.
Actually, the Zach Braff remake was 2006. I had the unfortunate experience of going to see it on a date this September.
Posted by: Sushi | Monday, January 08, 2007 at 08:04 PM
S. Accorsi happens also to be the father of Laetitia Casta's child. Oh well. Nobody's perfect.
Posted by: | Tuesday, January 16, 2007 at 09:11 PM