All language subtitles for All.About.Anna.2005.DVDRip.XviD-AsiSter.H.I

(romantic guitar music)

A friend once said that every woman
needs three men:

One for adventure and fun,
one for stimulating conversation, -

- and one for good sex.

Johan was all three.

I've got one, I've got one!

It was too good to be true,
of course.

Johan's need for adventure
pulled him off to the Arctic.

He was going to be away
for three months.

After a couple of months
I stopped receiving letters.

That was five years ago.

Once I had a sweetheart
and now I have none

once I had a sweetheart
and now I have none

he's gone and left me
he's gone and left me

he's gone and left me
to sorrow and mourn

last night in sweet slumber
I dreamed I did see

last night in sweet slumber
I dreamed I did see

my own precious jewel
sat smiling by me

my own precious jewel
sat smiling by me

but when I awakened
I found it not so

but when I awakened
I found it not so

my eyes like some fountain
with tears overflowed

my eyes like some fountain
with tears overflowed

once I had a sweetheart
and now I have none

once I had a sweetheart
and now I have none

he's gone and left me
he's gone and left me

he's gone and left me
to sorrow and mourn.

Tired of crying over Johan,
I had learned my lesson.

I was going to master my emotions.
I was not a victim of love.

(energetic rock guitar)

From now on,
it was going to be all about fun.

From now on,
I would be living life to the hilt.

(jangly guitar)

It worked.

Strangers without strings.

No commitment,
no casualties.

(slow jazz)

Although one of them
tagged along: Frank.

He was sweet and steady.
He took good care of me.

Hi Mum, it's me, Frank. I have
a very good friend staying with me.

She's got a bad headache.
What do I have to do about it?

You know,
a cure or something like that.

A what? Aspirin? OK.

Hey!

(they laugh and giggle)

(carnival music)

The sex was good, the
conversation fine and, thank God, -

- Frank didn't have
an adventurous bone in his body.

My guard dropped.
When I got a new flat -

- I was close to letting him move in.

(easy listening music)

Hi, darling.

Wait a minute. I just have to finish
the upper part here.

I'm not really sure about this.

I think I'll go with the white.
Can you...?

Anna? I was thinking about...
What if I... you know?

Come on, Frank.

This does look like diarrhoea.

And now you do.

Shit!

(giggling)

(giggling turns to heavy breathing)

(he comes)

(phone rings)

Oh shit, it's for me.

The first one to call my flat.
I wonder who it could be.

It's Frank.
Oh, hi Mum.

Yeah, sure.

All right. Bye.

I thought we said twelve.

Johan was back.

See you. Gotta run.

A blast from the past.

What are you doing here?
I thought I'd never see you again.

Let's just say
I've had my fill of adventure.

Are you going to help me, or what?

- Where do you want this?
- Oh, I don't know.

I really didn't expect you
this early.

Looks like I'm a few years too late.

- Was that the lucky guy?
- Frank, he's... he's not...

Stop flirting with the customers.
We're late.

My loss.

Gone as suddenly as he came.
A mirage from my lost love life.

I figured I'd never see him again.

(slow jazz)

I really tried to keep up the thing
with Frank. But I had this feeling.

I told him he couldn't move in,
to protect him as well as myself.

Right?

Putting up that ad
was the beginning of the end.

Hi, Anna. What are you doing?

I thought you said
you needed to be alone.

50 people called,
but I chose the one single woman -

- who shared my views on love
and commitment: Camilla.

Hello, darling!
I know I haven't moved in yet, -

- but welcome to
our housewarming! Surprise!

(trance music)

(doorbell rings)

Sorry to drag you away
from your party.

That's OK.
It was actually starting to annoy me.

Look, I know
this sounds a bit corny but...

I don't suppose this
belongs to you, does it?

I found it in the back of the van.

Well then, let's see if it fits.

So...

Would you like a beer?

You're missing the party.

Who's this man?

(slow, negative dream scope music)

(wistful guitar music)

(Anna and Johan laugh)

(dreamy, melancholy music)

(dreamy, melancholy music)

I know this is technically
trespassing, but...

I felt bad about leaving
last night.

(music gradually builds up)

(heavy breathing,
tableware clattering)

Anna?

- Are you making some coffee?
- Yeah...

- No, I'm about to have a shower.
- Why don't you join me first?

Fuck!

(slow rock guitar)

See this?

Frank had no idea whose phone
number he erased. He meant well.

Still, I used the incident
as an excuse to break up.

I figured a clean cut
was best for both of us.

Can I talk with Johan, please?

But you do!
He moved my stuff just two days ago.

Can I leave him a message?

Can you get me his phone number?

But I'm an old friend!

I'm gonna treat this poor single
woman to a night on the town.

Here's my dress.
The one Carlos bought me in Rome.

The one I told you about.
The one with the little penis.

It doesn't fit me in the boobs.
They're too swollen at the moment.

But it'll fit you.

- Thank you, but I'm not in the mood.
- It'll look great on you!

It's a real guy-puller.

Do you know how many times
I've been fucked in this dress?

Every time I go out:
Whoa, someone's there.

- Champagne?
- I just need to get organised, OK?

Whatever. I'm going out.

What about the washing up?
This is not a hotel.

Careful you don't start
sounding like my mother.

I could have tried harder
to find Johan.

But hey, he was the one
who knew where I lived.

(light classical music)

Obviously, this was just
another adventure of his, -

- and I wasn't crying
over him again.

If it could be a bit more...

Good, hard, honest work
can take your mind off anything.

I'd designed the costumes for a
small play that was a huge success.

One night, this French guy
was visiting the theatre.

...at the end of Act II I fell down
the stairs. Everyone was laughing.

- This is Pierre Gaultier.
- The top name at the Palais Royale.

This is Miss Olsen,
who plays the captain's first wife.

- How lovely.
- It's an honour to meet you.

- And who is this lovely creature?
- This is Anna, our costume designer.

- Enchant�.
- Nice to meet you, too.

Mr. Gaultier is artistic director
at the Palais Royale.

- In Paris?
- Oui, my flower.

Your work is magnifique. I want you
to make costumes for our next play.

- Me, in Paris?
- Can you make big birds?

I want feathers and wings
and beaks.

That depends. Making flashy
costumes just for show -

- doesn't really challenge me.

A costume should be
an extension of the character...

...and show the audience
who the character is inside.

That's what inspires me.

Perhaps if you told more
about the play?

Take my card. I will meet you
tomorrow to discuss the details.

I'll call you then.

Of course, the next day
we had excellent reviews, -

- and I could find sponsors
all over France.

(cheerful waltz)

Pierre's offer wasn't only a career
move, but an opportunity to do -

- what was best for me. A chance
to get away from loud girlfriends -

- and old lovers, who popped up
when they felt like it.

Why wouldn't I say yes?

- So, do you want the job?
- Yeah, please. I love birds.

(west coast rock)

She's a bird with fancy feathers
walking through the room

local lady of design
who makes all your costumes

she will write you on a ticket
take you for a ride

wake up in the morning
will she be there by your side?

We're going all the way,
all the way

all the way

birds of a feather flock together
you and me, I say

some say she's connected
and Bowie's in the car

she's got a set of white long legs
you know that gets you far

there's money in the picture
a picture you can't see

birds of a feather flock together
you and me

all the way, let's go
all the way, let's go

all the way, let's go
all the way

birds of a feather flock together
you and me, I say

birds of a feather flock together
you and me, I say

let's go all the way
let's go all the way

- Oh, Albert. Do you want to suck?
- I am.

- Oh, please.
- "Oh, please."

My very serious and very busy
friend doesn't want to be disturbed.

Maybe she can join us?

She's working.
Oh Albert, come on!

(disco music)

Do you want to take them off?

You've got the best buttocks.

Lick me.

I want you to suck me and lick me.

Do I look sexy?

Do I look sexy now?

I'm gonna to be two minutes.
You're gonna fuck me?

- Do you promise?
- Absolutely.

- You won't be asleep?
- No.

Just a sec.

Are there any condoms?

(Camilla laughs)

(disco music picks up)

Albert, help me. Help me!

Albert, I want the Tower of Pisa.

Albert, I want it big.
I want it big.

Too much noise.

Albert,
for the first time -

- you're...

I wanna be fucked.

(Camilla giggles)

It's a log.

Oh, God.

Oh Albert, I love you.

Do it this way.

Oh yeah...
Oh Albert!

(wistful cello music)

That'll be nice. You can pick me up
at the airport Charles de Gaulle...

Anna! I met this guy...

I look forward to work with you, too.
No, I talked with them yesterday.

Thank you.
OK, goodbye. Au revoir.

- I met this handsome guy at the gym.
- So Albert is history now?

No. But he needs a place to stay, so
I said my flatmate was going away.

That's fine by me,
as long as you take care of it all.

Thank you, God!

This guy will make your mouth water!

Tell Mr Mouthwatering that he can
rent my room while I'm away.

He can pick up
the keys on Saturday.

I love you!

If I'd known the true identity
of this Mr Mouthwatering -

- I'd never have said yes.

- I know a trick.
- What's keeping him?

- What if he can't find it?
- Relax.

He's smart and he's gorgeous.
And you can count on him.

Have a wonderful trip.

Enjoy the spring,
and not least the Parisian gentlemen.

OK, I'll try.

Ace!

(doorbell rings)

It's open!

- I'm just about to leave for Paris.
- I know.

Camilla told me.

- I'm here for the keys.
- Keys?

Of course.
I'm really confused.

- I'd better show you around.
- Yeah.

Didn't get much
of a tour the last time.

That's Camilla's shelf,
that's yours.

You can make up a different system
if you want, you and... Camilla.

Jesus, Johan!
What are you doing here?

You never called.

I couldn't stop thinking about you.

I lost your number.
I tried to find it, but...

I don't know what annoyed me most.
Him appearing from nowhere. Again.

Or him sharing my flat with Camilla.

(traffic noises from outside)

(heavy breathing)

No! I can't do this.

You disappear for five years and
now you want to move into my flat?

- Yes...
- No. No.

(light, melancholic music)

You can't work on something,
look forward to something, -

- invest all your energy
in something like I did, -

- then put it on hold because an old
lover blames you for never calling.

On the other hand,
this was the perfect test.

If Mr Mouthwatering could live
in my flat for three months -

- without giving in
to Miss Man-eater, -

- then maybe I could trust him
again. But his odds were low.

(artsy guitar music)

Ah, Anna!
Welcome to Paris.

And welcome to my theatre.
Did you have a pleasant flight?

Paris was just what I needed.
A new beginning, a change of scene.

I made friends with
one of the actresses: Sophie.

Sophie was strong, self-assured
and single by choice.

Exactly the person
I needed to be around.

(accordion waltz)

(music becomes melancholic)

Did I miss life back in Copenhagen?
Why would I?

Can you please take off
your sweater? Thanks.

And raise your arm.

(knocking on the door)

You have to do me now.
The director needs me all day.

- I have to finish here first.
- It's OK. I can come back later.

- Selfish bastard!
- Cunt!

- Your costumes are just magnifique.
- Thank you.

You can come a long way in France,
with the right support.

I feel I see who you are
and what you need, you know?

- I'm not quite sure I do.
- I could make you very successful.

- A very happy woman.
- Thanks, but I'm doing fine.

I think you should start trusting
your feelings. Like we do in Paris.

What feelings?

You don't know who I am!
You cunt! You loser...

Merde!

(wistful guitar music)

(busy signal)

(wistful guitar music)

(Camilla singing badly)

I thought we'd talked
about you using my bathrobe.

- I'd prefer it if you didn't.
- If you insist.

(light pop music)

Sit down!

- You can keep it on for now.
- Sit down, please.

Sit down.

Champagne?

- Whoa, baby!
- What are we celebrating?

We're celebrating that we've been
living together for a month.

Almost.

OK...

To being flatmates for a month.

- Almost.
- Sit down, please.

So, what are we having, then?

- Having?
- Dinner?

In the oven!

Did you like what you just saw?

Yes.
You're a very attractive woman.

But I think we should just
keep it as flatmates.

Having a good time
doesn't have to change anything.

You have needs, and I have needs.

What would be more sensible than
to try and fulfil those needs -

- in the comfort of our own home?

- I don't think this is gonna work.
- Sit down!

Turn off your brain...

...and relax.

Camilla, I don't...

Just relax.

- Camilla...
- Shhh!

(music gets more aggressive)

(music stops abruptly)

Sorry! Sorry.

I guess it's time for a shower.

(telephone rings)

- Hi, Camilla, it's me.
- Anna!

- You sound so close. Are you back?
- No, I'm way too busy here.

Yeah, doing great.

- I just wanted to check.
- Don't worry about us.

We're fine.
Everything is fine.

- What's up? You sound strange.
- I can't talk now. He's here.

- Johan? In your room?
- No.

Oh, good.
So who's there?

Are you still fooling around
with Albert?

No.

- A new lover?
- No.

And my other tenant?
Is he seeing someone too?

I bet you're building
a little love nest.

I mean, separately.

No, I don't think he's seeing
anyone at the moment.

I just really miss that bastard.

- Johan?
- No, for Christ's sake! Albert.

(Camilla starts crying)

Oh, sweetie! Why don't you
sort things out with him?

- Because I think it's too late.
- It's never too late.

If you like him so much,
why don't you commit yourself?

You know, it's probably just
some sort of misunderstanding.

Oh Camilla,
now you got me going too.

(light waltz, both girls laugh
and cry at the same time)

Hey... silly me.

I can be such a wise-ass. Didn't I
realise I was talking about myself?

Apparently not.
I needed one more push.

And that push came
from an unexpected place.

(knocking on door)

May I come in?

Are you all right?

- Entrez. I'm almost done.
- Sure?

We used to be lovers.
Can you believe that?

You and Pierre?

Yes, I know.

I thought he was the love of my life.

Are we talking about
the same person?

- Yeah. Unfortunately.
- What happened?

- L'amour rend aveugle.
- What?

It means that when you're in love,
you're blind.

Ow!

- Do you like life here, Anna?
- Yes, Paris is a big break for me.

That's not what I asked.

Show me your finger.

(sensual piano and flute music
with female choir)

Don't be afraid.

(music starts building up)

(music stops,
Anna breathing heavily)

Just when I think it's over
between us, -

- he's back in my face.
And I can't say no.

I've got to stay out of that crap.

It's gotta be fun, for Christ's sake.

Right?

It's gotta be fun, right?

It's gotta be fun, right?

Fun's OK.

- Maybe fun's not enough anymore.
- You're a romantic!

So that's why!

I've met romantics before.

She's got to be special.

- She is.
- So there is someone.

I knew it.

Who is she?

- You know her.
- I know her?

Oh, my God! It's Anna.

Did all that happen
when you came to get the keys?

No.

We go back a long time.
I fucked it up.

And?

It's getting too complicated.
I've decided to move out.

Don't worry,
I'll cover you for the rent.

But that's unfair.
I didn't know about you and Anna.

- You're not to blame.
- Can I stay here tonight?

I can't sleep if I have to be alone.

No hanky-panky. Scout's honour!

I have to go, Sophie.

Sophie's sweet caress showed me
I had to break the vicious circle.

If not, -

- Johan and I would end up like
Pierre and Sophie. Lonely, bitter, -

- spitting harsh words
at each other.

I understand.

Forever seeking comfort
in strangers.

(cheerful pop music)

(bluesy rock guitar)

So much for wanting to
break the vicious circle.

If Camilla was a trap,
he'd walked right into it.

Told you his odds were low.

I was never, ever going to
expose myself like this again.

(nightmare music)

(Anna sobbing)

Are you OK?

Come on. It's OK.

I was too drunk
to worry about it. But really.

What were the odds I'd be scooped
up by that other removal guy?

I couldn't take a step
without being reminded of Johan.

- So, what's up?
- Yeah, what's up?

Well, let me think.

Just screw the brain out of me.

So, you really moved my stuff?

(cell phone rings)

Yeah, two hours or something.

I just need to move this piano.

See you, honey.

Yeah? Yes...

Yeah, OK.

- What are you doing?
- Hey, OK...

- You're sick. Sick!
- Hey, sorry, OK?

(slow jazz)

I know this is awkward, but
I'm just back from Paris and I...

I just thought...
Can I come in?

No, this is a bad idea.

I really feel bad.

You were so good to me,
and I just didn't...

I know I've completely screwed up,
but if you'll forgive me...

Anna, please don't!

I don't blame you for not daring.
I probably wasn't right for you.

Daring? What are you talking about?

If a guy showers you with eternal
love, suddenly you're suffocating.

If he doesn't,
it's what you want, isn't it?

You're so scared of losing, you
never invest yourself in anything.

Well,
except your damn work, of course.

I just wanted to...

Anna, please.
Just tell him what he means to you, -

- or you'll spend the rest
of your life thinking love hurts.

- But... how do you know?
- Good night, Anna.

And good luck.

What if Camilla and Johan had
already planned their future?

What if she'd love to have babies
and he said he'd never leave her?

In my flat!
Frank was right.

I had to conquer my fear of defeat.
I had to risk the pain.

I had to go back into that flat.

(footsteps on stairs,
heavy breathing from bedroom)

Johan?

- Johan, I have to talk to you.
- You see any fucking Johan in here?

Anna! Christ!

What happened?

Oh, my God, Anna...

(air rock music)

Had I just blown all chances
of ever seeing him again?

Apparently, Johan had left the flat
to go to some boat.

Of course! The boat!
His ticket to adventure.

(classic rock music builds up)

(air rock music)

We decided to put the last five
years behind us. From now on -

- it was going to be all about us.

(light jazz)

(sensual saxophone music)

(pop tune)

She gets what she wants
almost every time

boys flock around her
and form a hungry line

she tried a few out
but it really didn't work

Frank was a nice guy
but the rest of them were jerks

is it all about you
or all about me

or all about a girl named Anna

is it all about you
or all about me

or all about a girl named Anna

she moved away to Paris
where her life was a dream

she met a lot of people
and all of them were keen

when something isn't right
even fools know it's wrong

she was hopelessly in love
with Johan

is it all about you
or all about me

or all about a girl named Anna

is it all about you
or all about me

or all about a girl named Anna

she pulled herself together
and split without goodbye

the others could forget her
she was hooked on just one guy

if you want a happy ending
one is on the way

listen to your heart
and what it has to say

is it all about you
or all about me

or all about a girl named Anna

is it all about you
or all about me

or all about a girl named Anna.