All language subtitles for Dusan Makavejev - W.R. ~ Mysteries of the Organism (Bootleg - Unrated Version)~(English and Serbo-Croatian with English Subs)

Who will protect us from our protectors?

Who shall judge our police?

Who will redirect our directors
and who release our release?

Who will police our judges...

and who will will our will?

He who chooses his slavery -
is he a slave still?

Out of paradoxes.
man creates his world.

He cannot clean his "sockses "...

and says. "The world is soiled. "

#We#

#Are only playboys#

#In the house of the dead#

#Very few poems#

#Get written#

#Fewer still get read#

#Who will police our judges?#

#And who will will our will?#

#He who chooses his slavery#

#Is he a slave still?#

MAY 1, 1931
BERLIN, GERMANY

In our sick society. everyone is sick.

A human being averages
4000 orgasms per lifetime.

Do not turn off this pulsating motor
of joy and life energy.

Orgasmotherapy
is the program of Sexpol...

as taught by the revolutionary
doctor and communist. Wilhelm Reich.

#Communist Party#

#My fragrant flower#

#Communist Party#

#My beloved#

#My fragrant flower#

#Communist Party#

#My beloved#

#My fragrant flower#

The bioelectric charge and discharge
produced by the genital embrace...

causes the orgasmic reflex -

supremely pleasurable
muscular contractions.

Subjection to social disciplines
may cause gastric ulcers...

respiratory. coronary
and vascular diseases.

Comrade lovers.
for your health's sake. fuck freely.

The communist movement
fights for the liberation...

of man's natural impulses
and joy of living.

4000 liberating orgasms
in every woman's and man's life...

are 4000 explosions
of liberated life energy.

Only by liberating
both love and labor...

can we create
a self-regulating workers 'society.

#All the people#

#All the people follow you#

#All the people#

#My beloved party#

#All the people follow you#

#All the people#

#My beloved party#

#All the people follow you#

Body tissue deprived
of life energy turns cancerous.

Cancer is the hysteria
of cells condemned to death.

Cancer and fascism
are closely related.

Fascism is the frenzy
of sexual cripples.

The swastika owes its magnetism to being
a symbol of two bodies locked in genital embrace.

It all stems
from a longing for love.

Comrades. make love joyously
and without fear.

Let the current flow
sweetly up your spine.

Let your hips roll
and your mouth water.

Saliva is good.

Embracing lovers radiate a bluish light:
orgone illumination...

the same sort of light
the astronauts saw in outer space.

Let us reactivate the natural vibrations
within ourselves and society.

Let the current stream sweetly
through your muscles.

Feel free to tremble and cry.

Let yourself enjoy your body.

As revolutionaries
whose revolution renounces love...

we feel very uncomfortable.

What's happening to the revolution?

Each baby is a new approach to life.

How can we help
this new being to grow up free?

The man who discovered orgone -
cosmic energy. the energy of life and love -

fled from Hitler and Stalin
to America. Land of the free.

He gave up the ideologies of his youth.
eventually voting for Eisenhower.

In Maine. he set up
the orgone laboratory...

a scientific research center.

How can we rid our planet
of its deadly clouds of smog?

How can we make the deserts
green and fruitful?

"'Hooray. 'he cried. 'I am a real boy!. '

"Look at me dance. Listen to me talk. '

"Old Geppetto smiled,
for he knew in his heart...

that Pinocchio had much to learn
before he could be a real boy."

-Dr. Sharaf?
-Yeah. I'm here in the accumulator.

-Can you come out?
-Shall we come out now, Paul?
'Cause they want to talk.

Okay.

Well, this is the accumulator.

Not in a very, uh, dignified setting...

but the air is fresh out here.

And, uh, there are about -

oh, I would say maybe not more than 10 or 15
of these now being used in the country.

There were, at the height of the interest -

and when Reich was still alive and before
the injunction, there were about 300.

Can you explain to us
an accumulator a little?

- How it works?
- Yeah.

Well -Yeah. It's - It's - It's actually -
It's not, uh -

It mystifies me in part
because it is very simple.

It's just, uh, organic material
on the outside-organic material -

and metal material on the inside.

And it - it, uh -

The organic thing operates
like a nylon material...

which collects what's called
static electricity...

or what Reich called orgone energy.

The orgone accumulator.
orgone shooter and orgone blanket...

were used in the treatment of ailments
due to a low energy level in the body...

and. experimentally.
in the treatment of cancer.

And he had a machine -
which my finger was bleeding very bad -

and he used this machine on my finger...

and it stopped bleeding.

Which is the cut right there.
You can see the cut very plain.

It stopped bleeding almost immediately.

Instead of putting his theories to a scientific test...

the American authorities prosecuted
Reich like a common criminal.

His last words to the Supreme Court were...

"The planet is in trouble"...

and I recommend that anybody
who really wants to know read his suppressed...

and secret evidence...

in which, uh, he outlined his...

stand judicially.

And in spite of that, he wa -

experienced a judicial murder...

which resembles that which he outlined
in his book The Murder of Christ.

And, uh, we have managed to make...

a life here after his death.

But I feel that, uh...

the world went the wrong way...

at the time of his death. 1957.

He died. a free man to the end...

in the federal penitentiary
at Lewisburg. Pennsylvania.

But if he was insane.
as it was claimed...

then why was he brought to trial?

In the case of
The United States of America vs. Wilhelm Reich...

the U..S. District Court ruled
that his published works be destroyed.

The Discovery of the Orgone -

Volume 1, The Function of the Orgasm,
Volume 2, Cancer Biopathy -

Ether, God and Devil...

Cosmic Superimposition...

Listen, Little Man,
The Murder of Christ...

People in Trouble -

these books were burned
in the public incinerator...

at the corner of Hudson and
Gansevoort streets in New York City...

under the supervision of federal
Food and Drugs Administration agents.

This occurred on August 10. 1956....

and again on March 17. 1960.

Because you came from
behind the Iron Curtain...

and because, if you really said in
your own country what you really think...

you wouldn't be alive there.

You don't think so.
But I believe...

that children...

are...

manufactured into good state beings...

in the communist nations.

In other words,
real creative individuality is the crime.

Nobody smiles in Russia
unless they suddenly laugh.

But people go around very serious.

And they have a dream
of what's gonna be...

but they don't notice that they don't
have enough food for themselves.

The food is mostly grown
in little gardens like this one. You know?

Can you tell us something
about the American dream?

Oh, the American dream is dead.

It's a sunny morning. 79. WABC. degree.

#It's the real thing#

#Coke is the way it should be#

#Coca-Cola#

#What the world wants to see#

- #Whoa. yeah#
- #It's the real thing#

#Coca-Cola#

#That's the way it is#

- #With a bottle of Coke#
- #And the way it will stay#

#For the taste of your life#

- #What the world wants to be#
- #Whoa. yeah#

#It's the real thing#

#Coca-Cola
It's Coke#

In the evening. um...

we were in the house.
and we got a call from the Tropps...

which was a family who lived
about two blocks away...

saying that there was a group
of people coming up the road...

shouting "Down with the Orgies "...

"Down with the commies. "
"Down with the Orgies. "

They called us "Orgies "because
it was an abbreviation of Orgonon and orgone.

And they were very frightened.

And they said they were
coming down towards our house.

And sure enough. in about five minutes.
there was this group of people outside...

uh. shouting "Down with the Orgies "
and "Down with the commies. "

I was terrified.
And I remember that Reich got his. 45 out -

a. 45 automatic -

and went out the back door. I think.

And the leader of the group
was a storekeeper - a local storekeeper.

And he was just shouting
for them to go away.

And we were worried
because he went away with them.

We didn't know what had happened.

And I remember driving down -
this was at night -

driving down the main street of town -

And I don't even know anymore if - if I saw this
out of fear or if it really happened.

I'm not sure anymore. But...

I remember - I remember seeing Reich
with a.45 at this man's back...

just walking him down Main Street.

Hello. I am Vance Oakes.

And I run the Main Street Market
with my brother here.

It's an old-fashioned store.

I've, uh -We've been here 52 years.

And our father before us.

And Dr. Reich used to come here
and trade day after day.

We knew him very well.
Here's my brother.

- He'll tell you who I am.
- Hello. I'm Carl Oakes.

I'm in business with my brother Vance...

for all these years, except for
two or three when he was ahead of me.

And, uh, we all knew Dr. Reich verywell.

He used to come in our market...

tell us to open up our windows,
let the air in.

Well. he was. uh. considered...

unusual.

People. uh. didn't understand him.

My name is Pete Darova.
Deputy sheriff and barber here in Rangeley.

I, uh, was Dr. Reich's barber...

when he was here.

And, uh...

he, uh...

had a peculiar way of having
his hair cut, uh, and combed.

He, uh, didn't want it combed
like ordinary people -

parted and down this way.

He wanted it combed all upwards
like this and -

One time- I'll never forget-
there was a man working for him...

and at 7:00 in the morning
he walked into my store.

And he says, uh,
"Vance, Dr. Reich is a communist."

And I said, "What do you mean??"
"Well," he says, "I was eating my lunch...

"and I looked up,
and he was looking at a map.

"And when he saw me looking at it,
he moved it away.

"And I tell ya. I'm thinking he's making
maps of this country.

But besides, he hasn't paid me
for three weeks."

Which I thought probably was the reason.

"Are men from outerspace
already living on the planet Earth?

"On March 10. 1956..
at 10:00 at night...

"this almost incredible idea
came to me.

"Am I really a spaceman?

"Do I belong to a new race of earthlings
sired by beings from outer space...

"who had intercourse
with Earth women?

"Are my children the first offspring
of an interplanetary race?

"Is this thought in some way related
to what is yet to happen in the future?

"I claim the privilege
of asking these and similar questions...

"without fear of being imprisoned for it
by any authority whatsoever.

"I hate the irrational.

"However. I believe that even
the most flagrant irrationality...

"must contain something
of rational truth.

"There is nothing in this human world
of ours that is not in some way right...

however distorted it may be. "

In the 1950s. the Orgonon became
an international center for sex economy research.

Rumor called it
a secret Jewish organization...

that was masturbating patients
in orgone accumulators...

experimenting on children
kept in cages...

and plotting to introduce
work democracy.

Federal agents.
eager to observe sex scenes...

Lurked in the bushes
with their binoculars.

Reich shot at them.

I took my gun...

and I saw a group marching...

and clearly shouting.
"Commies! Commies! Commies!

Come out! Out with you!
Orgie! Orgie! Orgie! Orgie! "

And I stopped them right away.

And I asked them.
"Who has called here...

'Down with the commies '
or 'Out with the commies '?"

And I saw then Anderson.
the druggist.

"I elected Eisenhower today.
I'm for Eisenhower. Everybody here did.

"Now that does not help Eisenhower.
It does not help America.

"I'm going to report it to the F.B.I.

"I want to say nobody here is a communist.
We are all fighting the communists.

"That I have fought the communists...

Long before anybody in the United States
knew the commies - in 1930. "

And once the breathing
begins to... deepen...

then the feeling
begins to flow through the body.

And we will promote this also
by mobilizing the movement of the pelvis.

Now. bounce it up and down a bit. Come on.
Bounce it. Bounce it. Come on. Rock. Come on.

Come on. Keep it rocking.

And keep breathing.

Very good. Keep it rocking.

And while she's breathing,
I listen to the sound of her breathing -

Good. Keep it going.

Very good.

That's it. And you can hear the air
being sucked into the body spontaneously.

Now come up.
Bring your head up.

Now press on your feet.

There's a lot of holding
in most people at the back of the neck...

where their stubbornness
and their spite...

is located.

And it's a holding against giving in...

Letting go to their feelings...

Letting their feelings take over.

Very good.

Very good. Go. Okay.
Let the crying come.

Go on. Keep -Keep -

He would ask me to breathe,
first of all. Breathe.

"Your eyes -Your eyes are going off.
Look at me."

Look at him. "Your mouth.
You're -Your smile. Let it go. Let - "

And then
You know. Or, uh -

And also pressing the chest down...

and sobbing in a very short time.

And really feeling these - And then,
even in the sobbing, don't stop breathing.

'Cause everybody cries. I mean,
it would be nothing to get somebody to cry.

Any sadist could get you to cry.

But to cry and to feel
the person pressing forward -

"Keep the breathing.
Don't stop the breathing.

"Let it come through fully
with a full sob.

"Let it come. Don't stop.
No. You're running away.

"You're running away. Don't run.
Don't run. Let it come. Let it come.

Keep breathing. You're forcing the breathing.
Let it come naturally."

Ah, you get desperate.
You get mad as hell at him.

"Keep it -That's it. Get angry,
but don't stop breathing."

And finally-

Go through the body...

and to feel this -
what he would call my urgency give way...

and I would feel it give way...

to this kind of peaceful...

streaming in the body
when the breathing came through fully.

And to feel this current of energy...

leading to a very warm,
strong sensation...

particularly in the genitals.

And it's not the same
as just becoming excited sexually.

Though it was related to that.

But it was a feeling of fullness
and pleasure...

and not empty feeling
that you're just living in your head.

No!

-No!
-Raise the head.

No!

No! No!

The movement is caught...

about at this level.

And by breathing in and out...

the - the tortuous
"S" movement of the body...

you know. is trying to establish itself.

Breathe out. Breathe out.

Sigh. Go ahead. As you breathe out.

That's it. Go ahead. Sigh.

Keep the chest lower.

All right. Enough of this movement.

Enough of this movement.

Put the - Put the knees up.
Get a hold of them.

That's right. Breathe.

-That's it. Let the whole body go into it.
-That's the way.

That's it. That's it.

That's it. Let it -

Rest down on the heels.

That's it.

Sigh. Sigh. Go ahead. Sigh.

Loosen the jaw.

That's it.

-How do you feel?
-I feel very bright...

and much younger and more alive.

And just very - very soft.

And very much aware of everything
that's around me and very -

Like, really not frightened.

I remember the feeling I had
when I first asked a friend of mine...

"Would you come and masturbate
for me in the studio so I can draw it?"

And it's like, "Oh, wow."

That -That kind of thing -
You know, you don't -you don't do that.

It's okay to - to make out with a partner...

but the masturbation thing
seems to be so personal.

Every one of these people said after
the experience that they felt very good about it...

and they felt very liberated.

It was a joyful thing for them.

Give it to me!

Give it to me!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

It's mine! Mine! Give it to me!

Give it to me!

If any sane man or woman...

would be produced by a doctor suddenly...

what would be the consequences?

Well, this is very simple.

He very likely would commit suicide.

MAY 1, 1971
BELGRADE, YUGOSLAVIA

When you was nothin'
but a beautician's apprentice,

you let me pluck roses
in your garden.

But now that you've passed
a party course...

you snub your intimate
proletarian friends!

That's a slanderous lie,
you irresponsible element!

You are a revolting remnant

of our glorious past,
Comrade Radmilovic!

There is no God!

There is no state,
and the people are about finished!

Control yourself, comrade!

There's no going back!

- Stop, you fat Mercedes!
- You know whose this is, jerk?

You stay out of it!

Down with the Red bourgeoisie!

Steak Esterhazy!
Mitsuko perfume!

Marx Factor!

Now another fine product from Plough.

The Beautiful Blinkers...

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Both so easy to apply
with special formula adhesive.

The Beautiful Blinkers.

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#Who owns the sun#

#Coppertone. Coppertone#

Coppertone gives you all the tan you can handle.

Coppertone tans you smooth and silkens your skin.

Its rich. sun-loving oils
melt onto your skin with the sun.

And it helps keep you from burning.

Coppertone tans you as if you owned the sun.

Yeah. You own the sun with Coppertone.

-#Coppertone#
-#Get a piece of sun#

World's number one.
Selected for use by the U.S. Olympic Team.

-#It's the good life#
-#It's the good life#

-#At the Bowery#
-#At the Bowery#

-#Get the good life#
-#Get the good life#

-#At the Bowery#
-#At the Bowery#

#It's the good life#

#And Bowery helps you live it#

This is "Teach Your Children"...

at 23 minutes past 11:00
on Music Radio. WABC.

#You#

#Who are on the road#

#Must have a code#

#That you can live by#

#And so#

Eric asked me to marry him.

I said yes...

because Eric was
a special kind of a person.

And he thought that I was
a special kind of a person.

I said yes because...

I didn't want to go through my life
being someone who was never asked.

Eric to me was like all-American.
This is Eric.

Even though he's unconventional.

He's like an American hero.

#Tastes like fruit#

#it's just like sugar
you can see through#

#Jell-O brand gelatin#

#The best of everything#

Our position as women is still unresolved!

Radmilovic -

there's a living specimen
of proletarian decadence.

That is my tragedy.

I am a hopeless female.

I've drained my bitter cup
to the dregs.

I'll never let any man
trample me ever again!

Oh, I see we have company.

It's Comrade Ljuba.
He came for a little rest.

He didn't even finish his tea.

Ever ready, our military!

Ah, the People's Army!

My one's gonna pop like a gun!

My two is a bolt from the blue!

THE COMMUNIST

"How Karl Marx Fell in Love"

The military hasn't been laid
in six months!

I almost never was able to
make orgasm in that position.

And I -You know, I'm watching
these people make love, and I'm so-

I started to ask girls if-you know,
if they made orgasm fucking with a partner.

The women weren't sure
they were making orgasm.

This friend of mine -
We're in this women's lib group together.

It's a consciousness -raising group-

really had no masturbatory
experience or background...

and she was in her early 30s.

She didn't masturbate.
She was totally dependent upon -

Right. She was dependent upon

uh. a - a man. a partner.
to make orgasm...

which is a - a lousy posture to be in.

She started to practice masturbation...

and, uh, she was amazed at -

at some of the things
that happened to her...

and her orgasm became
much more intense.

Communism without
free love is a wake in a graveyard.

Screw you all!

Down with the Red bourgeoisie!

Attacking a fellow worker!

Workers of the world -

I know why he erected
that wonderful barricade.

It's because I won't allow him
any further intimacies.

Will you be long?

We just got started.

Your roommate
is having sex again.

It's disgraceful!

Mind your own business!

With their rumps
right in my eye?

What's it to you?

Our youth
shouldn't exhaust itself!

Freedom and love
are inexhaustible, madam!

Your love is nothing
but an athletic contest.

It's carnal love. Abstinence
is unhealthy, inhuman,

and what's worse,
counterrevolutionary!

To me it's just a fuck fest!

Onward, People's Soldiers!

Sex writers foolishly debate which are better:

short thick ones
or long thin ones.

I say it's a false dilemma.

You can't trust the media.

Joy is what counts.

A joyful one is best.

Any child must know
what's sweetest: the crotch!

Our road to the future

must be life-positive.

Comrades!

Between socialism and physical love
there can be no conflict.

Socialism must not exclude
human pleasure from its program.

The October Revolution was ruined
when it rejected free love.

War of liberation!

Frustrate the young sexually

and they'll recklessly take
to other illicit thrills:

pilfering, burglary
and assorted crimes,

knifings, alcoholism,
political riots with flags flying,

battling the police
like prewar communists!

What we need is free youth
in a crime-free world!

If we are to achieve this,
we must allow

free love!

Maria! Give it to me!

In our democracy,

everyone is entitled to a doughnut.
Some get the doughnut.

Others get
the hole in the doughnut.

Shut up!

It would seem...

that the main problem
is the hole.

There's your
class-structured society.

Males stop being men
and turn into common swine!

So we're all idiots?

Yes!

Idiocy is the right word
for your condition.

You're resigned
to your social and sexual misery!

I'll stuff my idiot into you!

You beasts! You screw
drunken whores in toilets!

You're underpaid!

Your wives and children
have no respect for you fuckless fools!

You've taught your children
that sex play will rot their spines!

She's right!

And you'd know it
if you read the pamphlet,

"Why Serbian Children
Waste Away."

No excitement can ever equal
the elemental force of the orgasm.

That's why politics attracts
those among us whose orgasm

-is substandard, defective-

disturbed or premature.

Ejaculatio praecox!

Shame on you!
That's your problem.

Real men know
how to live their lives

without asking
anyone's permission.

Sweet oblivion
is the masses' demand!

Deprive them of free love,
and they'll seize everything else!

That led to revolution.
It led to fascism and doomsday.

How Man Became a Giant.
Deutschland �ber alles!

The goose-stepping,
mass-marching orgasm!

The bloodstream orgasm
of the alcoholic or junkie!

The cerebral orgasm
of dogmatists or religious mystics!

The muscular orgasm of compulsive
workers, athletes and artists!

Deprive youth of their right
to the sweet electricity of sex

and you rob them
of their mental health!

Children and youth are entitled

to the happiness
of the genital embrace!

Back to our own,
our true human nature!

Restore to every individual
the right

to love!

Freedom for the individual
is freedom for all!

#Without love
life isn't worth a thing#

#Without love#

#Without love#

#Life isn't worth a thing#

#Nobody knows
Oh, nobody knows#

#What tomorrow may bring#

#Life without fucking#

#Isn't worth a thing#

They claimed

that after the working class
had overthrown the bourgeois system,

it would be incapable
of creating anything new.

But we have
demonstrated our ability

not only to destroy the old order.

but to build in its place
a new socialist order.

Under the sacred banner

of our great Lenin,

we will faithfully carry out

every directive
he bequeathed to us.

- No! No!
- Yes! Yes!

- No! No!
- Yes!

- No! No!
- Yes! Yes!

Put your hands on your belly.

Don't do that to me!

Don't do that to me!

Don't do it to me like that!

Don't do that!

Don't!

The body is the person.

That you express who you are...

through your body
as much as through your mind.

You are - You don't have a body.
You are your body.

And looking at a body, and sensing a body,
we can know who the person is.

For example, we look at his eyes...

and we find, for example,
that we can see that he's frightened.

His eyes are big like that,
and if those -

If that is the expression
that's constant in his eyes...

we know that this is a frightened person.

Or you can have very sad eyes.

Of the eyes can be cut out, blank,
like in schizophrenia or in a schizoid person.

Withdrawn. See? You don't see them.
They don't reach out to you.

Then we look at every other aspect
of the body - the mouth, the jaw.

For example, you have people with their
tight, hard, determined jaws.

And then the jaws that are withdrawn,
as if a person hasn't got a right to assert himself.

You know. Talks like this. You see?

And then the tight mouths.

Or has he got
the exaggerated manliness...

of the West Point position
with the inflated chest...

and the held-in belly, you know,
and the hard expression?

Or is his chest collapsed, you see?

And then is he afraid to let his belly out? Does he
have to hold his belly in to control his feelings?

Or can he afford to let himself be loose?

And does he tuck his ass in like a dog
with his tail tucked between his legs like this?

You see?
Or is it too far backward like that?

Each of these tells us about the person.

And then we go down
to see how he stands on the ground.

THE MOSCOW ICE FOLLIES
VISIT BELGRADE

#We thank our party#

#Our glorious party#

#For bringing happiness
to every home#

Wonderful.

Socialist art.

Gorgeous czarist costumes.

They're so healthy and handsome.

We're artillery men.

I'm Ljuba the Cock.
I mount guard by day and girls by night.

Overnight pass every Saturday.

Trade places.

My three is a spree!
My four likes to score!

I'm epileptic. Certified.

We're bisexual.

My five takes a dive!
My six knows all the tricks!

Vladimir Ilyich.

Consider yourself protected
by the Yugoslav People's Army.

But who'll protect me from you?

You're so fuckable!

That's what they all say.

Spasibo!

Thank you, comrade artist!

As a souvenir, please.

I am Milena.

Milena.

Da.

You are a great artist.

Mine is a great country.

We have very many
talented people.

In your dancing I found
much work, love and science.

But it's all so erotic!

My seven goes to heaven.

My eight never comes late.

Never?

- Want to try?
- Mm-hmm.

What you said before -
were you teasing me?

Oh, no.

God forbid.

More company!

This time we have a champion

figure-skating artist.

He holds the rank
of People's Artist.

Being best in his sport,
naturally he's a communist.

I'm her roommate, Jagoda.

Delighted. Vladimir Ilyich.

Are you a real Russian?

Or maybe a Jew?

Or some Lithuanian or other?

A Jew - and Lithuanian besides?
Oh, no.

To us nationality means nothing.
Only work and achievement count.

My title is People's Artist.

I'm a socialist artist
and champion ice-skater.

I am -We are proud
of our achievements.

Wow!

Your coat, comrade.

You're an artist,

A People's Artist!

A socialist champion ice-skater
who can really toe the line.

The sporting type.

The war is really at home.

And we heard the slogan
"Bring the war home. "

And that's what we're gonna do.
We gotta bring the war home.

We gotta get them fucking commie rats.

They're all over.
You can't tell where they are.

Up and down. sideways. inside out.

We gotta watch where we are.
We gotta watch 'em.

Before they kill us.

Can't take no chances.

I mean. even them kids are liable
to grow up and be commies. right?

If it's gotta be a bloodbath.
let it be a bloodbath.

What I say is kill for peace.
That's the slogan. Just kill for peace.

The more students we get rid of.
the more peaceful everything will be.

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#Near or middle or very far east#

#Far or near or very middle east#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#If you don't like the people
or the way that they talk#

#If you don't like their manners
or the way that they walk#

My greatest triumphs
were at La Scala in Milan

and Madison Square Garden.

Listen.

That West of theirs
is highly overrated.

True, they've achieved
marvels in production.

They have their wonderful
American dream.

But no personal happiness.

How is that doing in your country?

Why, between
our personal happiness

and that of our country
and people...

there is no difference.

We abolished the difference.

We Yugoslavians make a distinction.

We hardly know
what personal happiness is,

never mind the people's
or the country's.

We Russians
do respect your efforts

to find your own way.

You're a proud
and independent people.

But we are confident

that you will learn
from your own experience

that our way is best.

Time will tell who'll win out.

"Your closest kin will do you in."

Excuse me.

That is a photo montage,
isn't it?

No, it's authentic.

It was photographed
bythe Nazi Hugo Jaeger in 1939.

There was

a fluid in the air,
Jaeger said.

And then something monstrous
began to happen.

Thousands of men and women

suddenly started trembling...

and weeping.

He simply...

sat there...

and looked at them.

I'm sorry,
but I don't understand.

Why do you keep...

this hideous photograph?

Look at those women.

Those stupid cows,
those slaves!

They love, honor
and obey authority.

They endow authority
with the primordial power

of sex.

Thanks to them,

this inhuman,

this bestial force
can be made to seem...

humane.

With their blind allegiance,

their irrationality,

women espouse

every ideological
delusion on earth.

I admire your passion
but consider it unwarranted.

After all, we're communists.

Oh.

Who are you really?

What tasks do
our youth associations have?

We call ourselves communists.

Why?
What is a communist?

"Communist" is a Latin word.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

The eye and mind
of every communist

must be keen as a scalpel,

his every word
sharp as a saber

or ice skate,

his every action
precise as a razor cut.

"Communist" implies "communal."

A communist society means

that everything is in common -

the land, factories, labor.

Mm-hmm.

Will you have some cookies?

Everything is in common.

There!

That's communism!

Mama.

You have to take it.
Take it

- Mama.
- That's it.

That's it. Take it to you.
That's it. Good.

His name is World Revolution.
He died in a US jail,

convinced that Moscow agents
had put him there.

How can you say
such things so lightly?

What I wonder is whether
they were the same people

who went to Mexico
and drove a pickax into the skull

of Trotsky, comrade-in-arms
of Lenin and Stalin.

Make a sound.

Come on.

A man has to be sure of something.

Yes. For example,
who one's father is,

or who the people are
who rule over us.

I'm a romantic.

I claim there's no real revolution
without free love.

I understand.

Kollontai's theory:
The revolution must destroy marriage.

Yes, bourgeois marriage

is nothing but
licensed prostitution.

Radmilovic! You drunken pig!

Let go!

Get out!

No trespassing allowed!

Beat it!

He teaches
that every nice person

like you and me
hides behind his facade

a great explosive charge,

a great reservoir of energy

that can be released
only by war or revolution.

In me? Me too?

Love and crime.
Give me some.

I'm charmed
by your enthusiasm,

so excuse me
if I'm a bit ironic,

but doesn't your -

-I mean, his theory-

turn Trotsky's concept
of permanent revolution

into one - God forbid! -
of permanent orgasm?

Here comes
veteran shockworker Radmilovic!

My apologetics!

Vladimir Ilyich.

You have company?

Oh! Calcutta!

Death to fascism!

Freedom to the people!

Radmilovic, I'll murder you!

What are you doing?

Free the People's Artist!

Screw the People's Artist!

What are you doing?

He's a champion and a communist!

I want to screw you.

Is that singular or plural?

#Coming back from work#

#With our faces all aglow#

#Tito's shockworkers#

#The only gook an American can trust#

#Is a gook that's got
his yellow head bust#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

Eldridge Cleaver.

Man. they're a bunch of fascists.
Ah. they fuck faster than we can kill 'em.

Fucking black niggas!

What the hell do they want?

This paper is so patriotic.
it frightens the shit out of most people...

'cause it's the freest. most controversial.
most honest publication of the last 50 years.

And a lot of people
give lip service to freedom...

but when they see it
right in front of them...

they suddenly become authoritarian
and afraid of freedom.

Screw, which offends everybody.
Catholic.Jew. Protestant. black. white.

So this paper is patriotic
'cause it's the very essence...

of what America was supposed to be
in 1776. and is not.

So, there we were
in front of the fireplace...

and making love...

which was new to me -
to make love to a man.

And there was a man making love to me.

And I felt - I felt like -

I felt very feminine
because he was very masculine.

Then we went from the couch,
which was in front of the fireplace...

and we dried - the rain dried
from the warmth of the fire.

And that was very sexy.
We went to the bed.

And I would not let him -
I wouldn't let him fuck me.

And I wouldn't go - I wouldn't -

I wouldn't go down on him, 'cause
this was my first time in bed with a man...

who was taller than me, hairier than me.

Oh, and so handsome.
And he knew everything he was doing.

So what did he do?

He went down on me.
And I came immediately.

And it was so- to him.
it was so fantastic...

that he wanted my phone number...

and I would not give it to him
as I was getting dressed.

And this was an action that was
to be repeated later on...

in my other brief affairs with strangers -
that I would not give them my number...

because I was afraid.

But didn't I go to his apartment every night
and ring his bell at 3:00 in the morning...

stand outside his window yelling his name...

and never had any success or any luck?

I didn't see him for years.

And the next time I saw him.
I was a girl.

And he couldn't get ready.

Still turned on. but he was. like.
into sleeping with boys...

which was sort of. uh. very limited...

when he had all the equipment.

I mean.
since I was the same person.

I mean. literally the same person.

That's the girl I was telling you about.
Isn't she fantastic?

'Cause I would wear the glitter on my lips -
the red glitter on -

The glitter on the eyes,
the glitter in the hair...

and it would be, like, really -
I mean, unreal.

You just don't see things like that, you know.

Just like you don't see things like that.
Like this.

I mean, you don't see things like this all the time.

Death to male fascism!

Freedom to female people!

Now you can take your pants off.

I really do feel like I'm

Like putting on the right music now.

#I'm gonna kill myself#

#Over your dead body#

#If you fuck anybody but me#

#You may think#

#I'm being kind of shoddy#

#But that's the way it's gotta be#

#I'm gonna kill myself#

#Over your dead body#

#If you fuck anybody but me#

While you're lying there.
I'd like you to close your eyes...

and I'd like you to think
that this is a sexual experience -

that we're making love - or anything
you want to. anything that turns you on.

Just relax and use your imagination.

Don't necessarily think of the reality
of what's happening...

but think of what
you'd like to be happening.

And you'll get along fine.

It is utter nonsense

to talk about
a free people's state.

For a time,
the proletariat needs the state,

not in the interest of freedom,
but in order to subdue its enemies.

And when it has become possible

to really speak of freedom,

the state as such
will have ceased to exist.

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#Near or middle or very far east#

#Far or near or very middle east#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#If you don't like the people
or the way that they talk#

#If you don't like their manners
or the way that they walk#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#Kill. kill. kill for peace#

#If you don't kill them
then the Chinese will#

You know, I've been
to the East, and I've been to the West,

but it was never this...

wonderful!

Granny!

It's Stalin!

Comrades, we have successfully
completed the first stage of communism.

#We thank the party#

#Our glorious party#

#For bringing happiness#

#To every home#

#We thank the party#

#Our glorious party#

#For bringing happiness#

#To every home#

I live for my art.

A man can't fritter
his life away aimlessly.

He must be committed
and aim at a single target, like a spear,

shoot at it like an arrow.

Watch out!

My work demands all of me.

One can't live halfway.

To die for love
is dishonorable, selfish,

bourgeois.

It's brutishly zoological.

I like being here.

I confess that there's much
I don't understand,

but your people are wonderful.

Including the women?

That man slammed his head
through a wall for you.

I couldn't care less.

The air is as fresh as music.

Nothing is lovelier
than the Appassionata.

I could listen to it all day.

Marvelous, superhuman music.

With perhaps naive pride,
I think,

"What wonders men can create!"

But I can't listen to music.
It gets on my nerves!

It arouses a yearning in me
to babble sweet nothings,

to caress people living in this hell
who can still create such beauty.

But nowadays,

if you stroke anybody's head,
he'll bite your hand off!.

Now you have
to hit them on the head.

Hit them on the head
mercilessly,

though in principle
we oppose all violence!

TO LENIN

Workers and peasants the world over

are determined to protect
the Soviet Republic

as an arrow loosed
by the sure hand

of Comrade Lenin

toward the camp of the enemy.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

You love all mankind,

yet you're incapable
of loving one individual,

one single living creature.

What is this love that makes you
nearly knock my head off?

You said I was as lovely
as the revolution.

But you couldn't bear
the "Revolution" touching you!

What's a baby to a male?

A matter of a second!
Everything else is the woman's job!

Meanwhile, you place your body
at the service of art!

Your magic, flood-lit figure
serves the needs

of the masses!

A bunch of lies is what you're serving
the people and the party!

A toy balloon is what it is -
not a revolution!

A petty human lie dressed up

as a great historical truth!

Are you capable,
you rotten louse,

of serving the needs
of the species

by taking
the one basic position

for an ecstatic flight
to the target

like an arrow

or a vigorously hurled

spear?

#Communist Party#

#Sacred is your hand#

#Communist Party. my beloved#

#Sacred is your hand#

#Communist Party. my beloved#

#Sacred is your hand#

What's in the hopper today?

This was 200 yards upstream
from where the body was found.

Cute kid.

Such a pretty head.

Chopped off by something
very sharp - an ax or cleaver.

The blow must have been
very severe.

For this pretty head to lose its neck
required a strong stroke.

Her vagina contained a huge amount
of sperm - three or four times the usual.

Any clues at the scene?

Could it have been group sex?

Based on the evidence,

I doubt she was gang-banged
or even raped.

It was more likely
a wild night of love.

No sign of a struggle.

Therefore she received
the semen willingly.

Yes.

Better check with mental hospitals

in case some sex-starved
patient has escaped.

Was the murder weapon found?

Yes, these nickel-plated Champions.

They're the finest made.

Cosmic rays

streamed through
our coupled bodies.

We pulsated to the vibrations
of the universe.

But he couldn't bear it.

He had to go one step further.

Vladimir is a man
of noble impetuousness...

a man of great ambition...

and immense energy.

He's romantic,

ascetic,

a genuine Red Fascist.

Comrades...

even now I'm not ashamed
of my communist past.

#Before the Earth stops turning#

#Before the lights grow dim#

#To each one, Lord, I pray thee#

#Grant what is needful to him#

#To the wise one, a ready wit#

#To the coward, a horse, pray do#

#To the fortunate, some money#

#But remember, I'm here too#

#Before the Earth stops turning#

#Of thy power without end#

#To the one in want of power#

#Thy appointed portion lend#

#To the one whose hand is open#

#Grant rest from charity#

#The gift of remorse to Cain#

#But also remember me#

#O Lord, thou art all-knowing#

#I believe in thy wisdom then#

#As the fallen soldier believes#

#In heaven he's alive again#

#As every ear believes#

#Thy quiet word as true#

#As all men must believe#

#They know not what they do#

#O Lord, my God#

#O green-eyed one#

#Before the Earth stops turning#

#And all our pain is done#

#While fires still burn in the heavens#

#And the day still rises anew#

#Grant to each some little thing#

#And remember, I'm here too#

#Grant to each some little thing#

#And remember, I'm here too#

#Grant to each some little thing#

#And remember. I'm here too#