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THE SEXUAL REVOLUTION

Girls, you can put that basket there. - Brrr, so chilly!

You go here. - The usual places my husband finds.

The entire winter's cold has gathered in here.

The rent we're paying doesn't cover the heating.

They granted us this hotel for 10 days.

The season opens on May 21st and we have to move out.

Let's get some light in here. Open all the windows.

- What a beautiful sunset. - Yes...

Yes, it's very beautiful.

- Shall we give them a hand? - Yes, I'll be right there, Dad.

Put the cabin up there, in the middle of the lounge.

The costumes, tubes, panels... Take them elsewhere.

Here.

Cesare.

Go on... Come on, let's go.

- This thing is heavy. - Mind the step.

I'm glad you're here as well.

I didn't want to, but Cesare insisted.

No, guys! Not like that... That's right, slide it in there.

Can you see?

Arrange the sofas. You can remove all the sheets.

Some music would be great.

Let's ask him.

Don't exert yourself!

Dino, I think I saw the valves in the corridor.

Okay, Emilio. I'll go.

- Damn it! - Did you hurt yourself?

No, Stella, it's nothing.

Finally!

Well? What are we going to do?

Someone can get into the orgone accumulator.

I'll go.

- See? It's marvellous. - Yes, it's true.

It's like one of those stones with extraordinary magic powers.

An enormous magnet...

which can capture a certain cosmic energy...

which is the same as the one that gives life to the human body.

Science is working frantically to define it. Sooner or later, it will succeed.

- Of course. - As soon as possible, I hope.

Because, you see, an infinity of diseases depend...

on the interruption of this electrical circuit within the body.

I've always thought the same.

The accumulator has the power to reactivate it.

There should be an orgo-machine in every home.

Well, you see, for example, it gives me sort of a...

feeling of heat... - Sure. - All over my body, you see?

Please, guys.

Could I have your attention? Annamaria.

Before starting this laboratory experiment, as I like to call it...

I'd like to remind you of some concepts you probably already know.

We cannot consider sexuality

from a general point of view.

The same common morality is available in various aspects...

Depending on their ethnographic and historical traditions.

I don't know. For example, on the Trobriand Islands

the adults see nothing objectionable in the youngsters' sexual amusements.

Young people of different sexes may join in, as they like

as long as they don't fall in love with each other.

If they do, the sexual act is forbidden.

By lying together, they commit a very blameworthy action.

It's a form of moral code

which has given that people a great happiness

and political peace for centuries.

Our sexual code, on the other hand...

is grotesque, irrational.

It's the sum of a mound of errors

perpetrated by our society against the individual's well-being.

Magic, asceticism, idealism...

romanticism...

have created a morbid neurosis within us...

which leaves us full of complexes, of anxieties.

This experiment is a collective study to find a solution.

Annamaria, prepare the slips...

Red for the boys and green for the girls.

Okay, everybody come with me.

Please, guys.

I've noticed that you're all a bit embarrassed this evening.

This seems ridiculous to me. Like it was your wedding night!

No, we've already talked, discussed, debated these things.

The problem of love. The relationship between man and woman.

The necessity of provoking a break from the moralistic tradition.

Breaking free from sentimentalism.

From sentimentalism!

It's the first requirement.

A placard to hold up at protest demonstrations.

Is that clear?

The pleasure of living according to natural impulses.

Is that agreed?

Here, for instance, there's Marcella among us.

Her husband.

Her son.

My sister.

My wife.

No jealousies.

No melodrama.

I've decided to leave the choice of partners down to luck.

- It's an exciting game. - Not so, if Segre ends up with your wife!

With Marcella.

What if you end up with your sister Annamaria?

In that particular instance...

if requested by the people concerned...

we'll draw again.

Well? Are we going to play this lottery?

- Have you finished? - Yes, here...

Marco...

Nanna.

Cesare...

Gabby.

Emilio...

Marcella.

Uccio...

Annamaria.

Tony...

Liliana.

Giorgio...

Stella.

Goodnight.

Dino Segre...

Rita.

At this point, the draw is over. I wish you a pleasant night.

Come on, let's go.

Let's stay here.

Yes, yes.

If you like, Rita.

I liked to watch you dancing.

Do you want me to dance?

No.

Do you want me to strip?

You know what it is? I find it easy talking to you.

I don't know why.

You see... No one listens to me at home.

I spend hours alone in my room, with my books, my problems, my ideas.

Then...

I take an exam, I get top marks...

And all they say is...

"Well done. Well done."

May I come closer?

Two men, near Montalto di Castro...

Road workers.

I was alone in the car. And they were waiting.

The rhythm of The Fifth Symphony alternates sweetness with violence.

It's perfect.

Does this symphony last long?

Forty minutes.

I'm only interested in the first half.

Andante con brio.

Come here.

But here, I've been telling you things for half an hour, talking to you.

I've never talked so much to someone.

Can I take another step?

To someone.

Do you believe in it, Giorgio?

In what?

In the experiment?

Why did I come?

You see.

I read a book. It really struck me.

So I went to the nightclub.

Missiroli...

Missiroli is a serious person.

At least, I think so.

He holds the Chair of Psychology.

And he's written many essays. I've read those too.

It's...

It's a revolution.

Or the beginning of a revolution.

It was hot...

They were sweating.

I could see their smooth chests.

The muscles in their gnarled arms.

Strong.

Two primitives.

Two men of the forest.

I let them in.

One sat in the front, near me.

The other, in the back.

I could feel his breath on my neck when he spoke.

I would sometimes glance at his legs as I drove.

I couldn't resist.

He was handsome.

No!

But why?

I saw that, earlier, downstairs, in the lounge...

during the sunset, remember?

I...

I realised something.

You looked at me. It's true, you did look at me?

Yes, it is.

Then listen...

Forget about everything else.

I swear... This really means a lot to me!

Like that? Right away?

I swear to you.

What did they do to you?

We stopped in a forest.

They undressed me.

Two savages!

- Shall we stop here? - Yes.

Come, sit down.

I'm sleepy.

Very sleepy!

Sleep here.

He's tender. It's just like flying.

You won't believe it. You know what he does?

- He whistles, like a finch. - Nice finch!

He whistles and you don't even notice it.

- Sorry, but if you don't notice it. - He's sweet.

Huh, it's all talk.

- Marco is a silent type. - Marco is a man, God willing.

He should meet the right woman.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

What matters is imagination.

I've been telling you that for years.

Are you jealous?

You two know all about life!

What I don't understand...

Yes... I'm fine just the same.

Are you satisified, at least?

Yes... Very.

Which proves I was right.

You two...

The first girl he sleeps with, and my son falls in love!

You didn't know? He's a romantic.

The morning isn't a continuation of the night.

Watch out! Do you hear, Giorgio?

We went...

Just a short walk along the beach.

- You should keep an eye on your son. - Me?

Good morning.

Sit down.

Secrets?

Don't tell anyone. But, among other things, I also work as a journalist.

And I'm keeping a journal of this experiment.

Secretly?

No. Read it.

Read it if you're interested.

Emilio Missiroli. Charmer. Ham. A bit schizo.

Nanna, his wife, swollen by contraceptives and alcohol.

Dino Segre: small dealer of fabrics and he believes in it.

Marcella, his wife, is happy to live. To give herself.

You're there too, did you notice?

It's the first one I wrote.

Here it is.

M.B.

...is a strange and rare specimen of worker.

A revolutionary worker.

Doesn't believe in conformism.

Dislikes cars.

Doesn't aspire to be... a petit bourgeois.

Am I right?

You're not writing anything about yourself?

What would you say?

Open-minded.

Intelligent.

Dangerous.

What does a proletarian read?

Laing. The Politics of Experience.

Boring, isn't it?

For a woman, perhaps.

- We should make a phone call. - There's still time, isn't there?

The drafts fall due on 22nd this month. You should know better than me.

Me, yes, me.

I've been thinking about that ever since I married you.

Drafts, orders, deadlines...

- My dear! - The poetess!

The shopkeeper now.

Sure, I've changed.

Ready?

Go!

Emilio...

Nanna.

I actually had fun with my husband!

- Let's carry on. - It's almost incestuous.

Tony...

Marcella.

Marco..

Stella.

Giorgio...

Liliana.

Dino Segre...

- Rita. - Great!

- You stay here! - But, Giorgio!

Look, we can chat, discuss... Him as well.

- Wait. - That's enough!

You must accept this test.

It's very important, do you understand?

Where are you going?

Stay here. You agreed, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

And, now, you can no longer overcome this thing.

Is it so difficult?

Do you know why I'm asking you?

Because, for me, it'd be very simple.

But, I don't believe it.

Maybe that's why.

Don't you want to kiss me?

No, Liliana, you mustn't believe that I...

I'm very fond of you.

You're also very intelligent, but...

But your mind's elsewhere.

On the first floor.

Above us.

I didn't realise you were so upset.

Do you want me to go?

No, please wait.

Don't go.

Stay here.

The nurse's gown, at least. I've brought it. It's in the bag.

No. Enough.

This is the suitable place to play our games again. As we used to do.

Play them with someone else.

I'm bored now.

I didn't even want to follow you in this business. - On this mission.

Nanna, why are you like that?

You've always helped me. From the start, when we were alone.

And we were facing a trial.

- Okay, okay, well now I'm bored! - It's not true, I'm sure it's not true.

Your reaction is typically...

Conjugal. Petit bourgeois.

And you must overcome it.

But, Emilio... It's been 10 years since...

Do you see that I'm still willing?

The white stockings... Cotton.

Cotton.

Go to bed like a good boy!

- You won't hurt me? - Yes! A lot!

Naughty boy!

You're wonderful.

What are you doing there? Come here.

I hope I got everything.

- Did you find the lobsters? - There were only 3 of them.

- Would you like me to help you? - Thank you.

You can come in if you like.

Come.

Put it over here.

- Sorry, are you a nurse? - A nurse?

Yes! A nurse...

A nurse of just one thing.

He brought everything. Lobsters, as well.

You shouldn't have let him in...

You know my brother doesn't want strangers here.

You can go, thank you.

Priapic lobster from the Aeolian Islands.

Oysters of The Two Seas scented with musk.

Mussels Delights of the Reef.

Pheasant with Venus' black truffle.

Confection of caviar and fish.

The Sultan's Turkish sauce.

White wine Eros' tear. Dry. Ice-cold.

This one is special. Morsel Mon d�sir.

You never put on weight!

We're leaving soon.

Who's my little puppy! Yes.

Yes. Here. Oh, no!

Come with me.

Let's go for a ride.

Me and you, alone.

Away from here.

You want to?

You drive so happily!

The road is deserted. It's all ours, just the two of us!

Where can I take you?

Let's go to the hills.

Look up there.

Shall we go?

- Shall we stop? - Are you tired?

Everything seems so beautiful here...

- Even the most... - Because you're in love.

Because we're far away.

The sounds, too.

Even the noises are different.

Listen.

We forgot it.

The noises we were hearing...

Shall we go up?

See? You can even find gold here.

Fantastic, isn't it?

Shall we go up?

Let's not go back, Stella.

Let's go away. Us two, together.

Let's go to Spoleto, to Cortona...

One of those small villages.

Giorgio, I can't.

I can't.

- You're back! - Professor.

I disagree about the return. About your return.

If you think anyone can run away.

No, Professor. We just went for a ride. No harm in it.

Yes, yes.

I'm sure it's not your fault, Stella.

However, tonight, you'll be my partner.

Gabby is waiting for you. In room 228.

So, have you made up your mind?

Wait. I've got an idea...

I'll take you to the hotel nightclub, okay?

Sure, wherever you want. We'll go wherever you want!

- Don't turn on the lights. - Why not?

Come.

See? There's a guitar!

What are you doing?

You don't want to be with me?

Look, tonight I feel like playing. If you don't like it...

That you're hot.

I've been told that you're also hot!

and that men are crazy about you.

And now...

It's my turn!

Come, come, come here.

See?

They left a bottle of whiskey, almost full.

- You know I don't drink. - You don't, little Segre, but I do.

Revolution, I want you here!

Tell me Fidel, tell me where it is?

There's no Robespierre anymore!

Hi, Gabby. Sleep, sleep...

Behave yourself, if you don't want to be punished.

More, Stella.

More!

Close your eyes.

And leave it to me, got it?

- What are you doing to me? - I know!

He's an extraordinary man.

- Your husband has always paid in person. - With my money. Hypocrite!

Holy man.

Liar.

Shall we do it?

It's all balls, little Segre.

Balls the sexology, sexophobia, sexomania...

Balls for the girls...

so as to take to bed...

some tart.

Naive.

Come on, come here.

Give me a kiss.

My darling... - No. - You too?

No... Not you.

You believe it, don't you?

You're a dear...

little man.

You want a kiss?

Water.

Sand.

Stone.

Seashell.

Stars.

Let's do it at our place.

Bye, little Segre.

Rita.

She's gone!

All four of them have left.

- She's gone. - Who?

You were with her last night. Why didn't you stop her?

Why should I? I knew about it, she told me.

- Everyone can do whatever they want. - It's better that way.

I prefer living with reliable people.

These young people!

Helpless! Big-headed!

They left.

I'm happy. Happy!

Pleased!

They're silly geese! Geese! Geese!

Stupid girls! Little sluts!

We can breathe, at last.

We can breathe!

What's going on?

- What did Segre do? - The four youngsters have left.

Run away.

When I woke up this morning, Uccio had already left.

Segre is shattered.

- Rita? - Right...

- Don't you remember? - The boat!

Let's go... Let's go right now!

Yes.

- Goodbye everyone! - Bye.

- Will you help me? - Yes.

- With pleasure. - Here.

It's perfect.

There are only a few of us left.

If you don't mind, I'd like to put forward a proposal for tonight.

To let our feelings guide us.

It's difficult.

To do without a mechanical fact like drawing lots is risky.

Undemocratic!

Wrong, even! However, if you want...

I'm against it too.

Why not?

Why don't we try?

- Yes, let's try! - Alright.

I've put a slow rhythm on. Slow.

May I?

Shall we dance?

Come on, get up! I want to dance!

Leave me alone.

No more music!

No more music!

I've had enough! You're all the same, ridiculous...

The same old things.

The private parties.

Ridiculous!

Ridiculous!

Enough!

I'm going to be sick...

I feel like I'm going to be sick!

The nausea!

Nausea, nausea...

Revolution...

Ridiculous.

Laugh!

Lovely...

Lovely...

Gorgeous!

No one wants me!

My husband has dumped me...

And I'm alone!

Enough!

- Stand up. - Alone!

Stop it!

Excuse me.

It was a mistake.

Let's get back to the draw.

If requested by the people concerned, we can redo the drawing.

Let's carry on.

Oedipus. Oedipus and his mother.

So what?

We could try doing it all over again.

Give me that!

We could reverse it.

By now...

There's little choice!

Cesare and Nanna.

Segre and Liliana.

- Do you feel like staying with me? - Yes.

Listen, we have to talk. Do you want to?

You can't get her out of your mind.

Father and son in love, and I'm the confidante.

Fascinated.

Not in love.

Rita was like a witch.

You're just like any other woman.

A whore.

I heard you in Emilio's room.

Your words...

What you were doing...

I saw you with Cesare. That contemptible man...

And with everyone.

I condemn him.

I...

I won't give in to him.

I can't stand him!

- How come? - Everything's different.

Unpredictable.

Frightening!

I got used to thinking, you see?

I got used to thinking...

In my room...

Alone.

And now...

And now, you saw it, right?

What? The laughter?

The fact is I feel free.

Even free to please you.

Free?

Giorgio...

Come here.

You've been talking for half an hour.

Come.

My priest!

My little priest.

- Was the water cold? - Freezing! Fantastic!

Come, Professor.

Weren't you sleeping?

Dreaming.

But it's daytime now.

Will you take me with you, Stella?

If you get down on your knees.

On my knees?

On your knees.

Now we can go.

Let go of me!

What are you doing?

I'm packing.

Do you think...

- The experiment is over? - Over? I'd call it a failure!

I'm leaving today.

What about you?

Of course... If you leave, I'm coming with you.

Running away as well?

Yes, I'm leaving.

Please...

Stay a little longer.

I was hoping you...

I need you.

Because... Don't go away, please.

Bye.

The best ones are missing.

Liliana must've taken them to badmouth us with her friends.

Journalists.

Won't that be amusing.

Welcome!

Bellboy! Their luggage.

Please, this way!

Take a seat.

I understand. The lady is a bit...

Well I'll tell you, we're easygoing.

Understanding.

Besides, you know, out of season, we turn a blind eye.

But, you see... Actually, we...

Show him the marriage certificate.

Newlyweds.

Honeymooning.

Maybe on the first day. The first night.

La nuit de la col�re. The night of wrath.

Bellboy!

La chambre de l'empereur. The Emperor's room, got it?

With a balcony, lounge and overlooking the sea. - Cesare, it's not funny.

Have done with it. - Excuse me. Isn't this a hotel?

It is. It is. You can go in, if you wish.

There's room. - Mind that... - Please, please.

Do come in.

You can leave the luggage there.

- What's your name? - Bertinelli, Francesco.

Garaffa, Clotilde.

Well, Bertinelli Clotilde now.

Come closer.

Francesco and Clotilde.

Now listen carefully!

Impose an absolute calmness on yourselves.

Absolute calmness!

Let's do a test. A sort of examination.

Do you see that lady behind you, with that man?

That lady is my wife.

And I love her. - You must be kidding. - Not in the least!

No jealousy.

No desire for revenge.

No violence.

No violence!

Do you see that? It's called orgone accumulator.

It'll come in useful subsequently.

Once you understand.

What will you do?

Why don't you come with us?

Let's do that test.

Ready? - What do you mean? - Clotilde.

Who? Me? - Yes, you. Come here.

Come on. Here, beside me.

Coward! Swine!

Stop it, will you? What's that got to do with you?

Idiot, go away!

Stop it!

- There's nothing we can do here. - Stop!

- It's over now! It's over! - Stop it!

- It's over! - He killed himself!

He killed himself!

Who killed himself? Who?

- Dino... My husband! - Are you sure?

There, in the swimming pool. Go and see!

Hello? Hotel La Corte.

Locality Fonteblanda. There's been a suicide. Come at once.

Hello? Hello? Who's speaking?

You've called the police?

Yes.

Take me away, Cesare.

Yes, sure! It's better.

- Get your things and let's go. - Yes.

You shouldn't have, dear.

You've gone beyond their comprehension.

And, as always...

you're paying the price.

Trials.

Prison.

The most apalling offences.

And now...

even this, dear.

- You're leaving. - Yes.

- You're afraid. - Not at all...

There's nothing we can do now.

Listen, it's getting late.

We ought to go.

He's over there. Look.

Are you Emilio Missiroli?

Yes, I am.

- A great scholar. - A dangerous lunatic.

- An anarchist. - A coward.

- A scoundrel. - A saint.

A wizard.

- A prophet. - He's a fascinating man.

- Unscrupulous. - Ridiculous.

A dissolute man.

Scoundrel!

A Don Juan.

Bastard. He's a monster.

No.

He wanted to set us free.

He wanted everyone to be happy!

Everyone free.

Free.

He wanted to give everyone the joy of love!

You too, please.

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