Tango is the second of only two movies I've ever walked out on. To my credit, I managed to stay until almost the end, as I kept hoping that something, anything, would actually happen in this film. The dancing is beautiful and emotional, but there are only so many double-hooks one can take in the span of two hours, when, literally, nothing else happens except the main character looks droopy-eyed at the camera. The director does some really cool things with mirrors, screens and silhouettes, but this is self-indulgent film making at its best. Give me a story! Give me some emotion! Give me some character development! I kept thinking that the film could use some editing -- excessively long dance sequences, and one five-minute take of musicians recording tango music, I get the point, already! -- but then it would be only twenty minutes long.
