Tango Lesson, The

With varying degrees of success, Sally Potter, the British experimental director, has been trying to push the boundaries of narrative film in the periphery of mainstream cinema. .

Though personal and stylish (shot in elegant black-and-white), “”The Tango Lesson” is a furstrating, self-indulgent film, a product of vanity and/or menopause.

Putting herself at the center, ego and all, the tale depicts the tango lessons taken by an unfulfilled middle-aged woman yearning for sex and love (Potter’s alter-ego), who suffers from a creative block.

At least, Potter shows good taste in music and men, for her instructor is an extremely appealing and sexy guy, no to mention the fact that he is half her age.

“The Tango Lesson” is strictly an art film, and a limited one at that.  Why should one bother to watch Potter progressing, step by step, in her movements on the dance floor?

A movie of moments, “The Tango Lesson” would have made a wonderful short, but as a feature, it overextends its welcome and forces the viewers to contemplate about Spooter’s motivation for making this picture in the first place.

So far, Potter, clearly a festival director, has made only one decent film, “Orlando,” starring Tilda Swinton in a great and courageous performance as the heroine of Virginia Woolf’s novel.