All language subtitles for Jonas Trueba - (2015) The Romantic Exiles

There was a movement in favor
of the cult of human nature

and individual liberation in Europe.

The tribute to human nature
tilled the void

and then new moral codes
were established, like Rousseau's,

based on the apotheosis
of feelings,

or like George Sand's,
on the religion of love.

Romanticism involved
all aspects of human thought.

It extended through Europe, flourished
decayed and finally disappeared.

Although it had a few sporadic sprauts
in later years...

E. H. Corr
"The romantic exiles"

You can smoke now, if you want.

So, what was it, "rêve"?

-"rêve" what?
- To dream, "rêve".

- A dream would be: "rêve".
- Rêve.

- Let's have it, repeat it.

Take out the a in the end.

That's it.

Are you doing ok?

Yes.

I got "El Diorio Vosco",
it was either this or "El Pois".

Mon, don't you wanna eat?

Point-blank, Chus Gutierrez:
"Where there is hair, there is happiness".

Very good.

They ask her if she removes
her hair.

"I have never been a fan of hair removal.
I do it sometimes, but it's tough.

I like hair.
Where there is hair, there is happiness".

I like this chick.

- It's this way
- Here, slowly, almost there...

- We are entering the city.
- Ok.

Yeah, look.

Now's the ramp I was telling you about.

We should see the canal, see?
On our left.

- Ok.
- Now you go on straight.

- Ok.
- And we should see a sort of...

small tunnel.

Straight ahead.

Dude, my knees and my buttok...

Why don't you ask Francesco to drive?

Damn, I already told you.

He is not gonna figure out the gears

and if anything happens to the van
I am dead meat.

- Hey you, nice up there huh?
- This is like a shoebox.

But yeah, fine.

Con you leave it over there?

- Lights off?
- Yes, please.

- Don't touch me with your leg.
- It's you, I'm against the door.

Hey,

what if I wanna pee?
What do I do, how do I get down?

Huh?

Francesco...

- What?
- Is that PJ really yours?

Why?

It looks as if you stole it
from on old man.

Smells like on old man died in solitude.

Asshole.

Hi.

Hi.

I was looking for Francesco.

- Ah, Francesco?
- Yes.

She is looking For Francesco.

Francesco, somebody is here for you.

Ciao!

- How are you?
- Good.

- Am I too early?
- No, no I just didn't sleep well.

These are two friends, Luis...

- Hi.
- Renata...

And Vito...

Nice to meet you.

- Oh, sorry.
- It's nothing.

Where did you get the van?

It's his mom's.

Well, it belongs to my mom's friend,
she lent it to us.

They bought it when they retired,

to travel around Europe,
it was kind of a dream of their youth.

- How nice.
- Yes.

A cookie...

She's asking what we're doing here.

I have to go see this guy.

I wont to go see a man
who lives on a street...

- He says...
- I understand.

A man who lives on the street
"rue de lo vé voben".

- What?
- No...

-"Rue de lo vé noven".
- Ah, rue de l'Abbé Naudin.

- Yes.
- I know it.

It's in a neighborhood...

It's in a neighborhood called
Cité Madrid.

- Madrid as in Spain?
- Yes.

We can walk there.
It's near the river.

Shall we go?

Let's go.

It was called Madrid,
then there was a fire.

But the Spaniards all come
to live here.

Looks like Spain, doesn't it?
The balconies, the Flowers...

Why don't we try #50?,
in case he left...

Maybe he moved and
took his wife's name...

In the guidebook he appears
as Cussé-Ferrer, not his wife's name.

I don't even know her last name.

Nor if he is married.

Plus here in France the wife takes
the husband's name.

- I'm gonna check in here, Ok?
- Ok.

Shall we wait there?

- How are you?
- Good.

I read the book you gave me,
Natalia Ginzburg's.

- Did you like it?
- A lot.

Yeah, a lot, specially that story,
what was the title?

The one where she lists the differences
between her husband and herself.

"He and I."

- Her husband was Povese?
- No.

I liked that one a lot.

I don't know, it mode me...

think about us,
our differences.

For example,
you like living in Toulouse, right?

And I like to live in Madrid.

Well, I don't know if in Madrid...

You like...

French culture, for instance,
I prefer the Anglo-Saxon culture.

You speak French, I don't.

I don't know how to say a single word.

You like to read out loud.

Like when you were reading Novarina to me,
remember?

No, I prefer watching movies.

You like the theater
mare than the movies, right?

You are expressive.

Sometimes I think I am not even capable
of explaining myself to myself.

I don't know,
it's a strange Feeling.

As if I weren't able to talk to the people
I appreciate the most, my Friends.

I am not able to express
what's going on with me.

It's strange, I don't like it,
it's on unpleasant Feeling.

That's why I feel
I can't promise anything now.

I can't promise anything.
I can't be with anyone.

For example,
the last night we spent together,

you told me you loved me, right?

I know you said it
without meaning anything,

without thinking about the future but...

I got scared.

I got very scared.

This was kinda the reason For this trip:

tell you in person what I think.

What I can offer is depressing.

But it is what it is and I can't...

It's how I feel.

Sad, isn't it?

- Sad, yes.
- Sad.

...nobody knows him.

Francesco has died in solitude.

Nobody heard his Povese.

Natalia Ginzburg's tale

is about how love
rises from the differences.

Your interpretation is a bit simple.

We can go on and on
doing the list

of what I like, and what you like,

what I do, what you do.

And then?

I don't know, I think
you are hiding behind that interpretation.

And you are afraid of going any further.

Because if you are afraid of me,
it's really ridiculous.

That whole Madrid-Toulouse thing,
well...

I only hope you are not one of those
men who looks for

A mother or a nurse in a woman...
I am a bit sick of those relationships.

I'm scared too!

And sometimes I would like to scream:
"And what about me?,

Who takes care of me?

Who saves me?"

We can't always be the sick one,
sometimes we have to be the nurse.

Dude, what are you doing to that cheese!

No, no, no!

- It's this side.
- Look at this...

This has been here since the 14th century.

Take it.

- I already drank, but cheers.
- The cheese is much better like that.

Hey, where is that street?,
rue "voben"?

I mixed the wine
with nitrate cellulose and...

Made a mess!

We miscalculated

the distance between us.

It was hundreds

of miles of cold.

I guess that's why

you barely brushed against me.

You barely brushed against me.

You barely brushed against me.

Thank you.

I could spend my life
licking my wounds

and they wouldn't heal.

I really liked her.

Yeah, she is quite cool.

I'd hate it if Francesco
did what he usually does.

Francesco is like that,
what do you expect?

What happened at "rue Gambetta"
was just too much.

We caught them red handed!

- Fuck me!
-"No, we were super hungry

and we went in to have
a pain au chocolat."

They were freaking out.

Switching off, ok?

Ok.

Miss me?

I love you...

Shit, he left his PJ here!

Shit, he left the living dead here!

Fuck.

Ok, when we get out of this large one,
you take a right and a first right.

Ok, we are here.

What, "Henri..."?
Ok, "Henri Focil", ok.

It's called Henri Focillon.

Ok, so first right,
it's parallel to this one.

Ok, perfect.

Ok.

This is it, Vito.

- Oh, ok.
- It's this one.

Careful it's pretty tight.

Perfect.

Oh no, no...
Ok, perfect, it's this one.

- Yes, yes.
- This one or not?

Yes I am seeing you.
Yes, that's us.

- Is that her?
- Yes.

Wow. . .

Looked foolish, huh?

Well...
I'll tell you later.

Isabel!

- So nice to see you.
- How are you?

Hey, what a change,
you got a beard.

Better, right?
I wanted to try it out...

- You look like another man.
- Well...

Look...

- This is Jim
- Jim...

- Luis...
- Nice to meet you, Jim.

- Welcome.
- And this is Sigfrid.

- Nice to meet you, come in,
- Hi!

Nice to meet you.

If you had told me sooner, I would have
prepared something else that wasn't pasta.

It's delicious.

- How did you meet?
- Right here.

In this house.

Jim makes a dinner soiree
every Sunday during the year.

It's great,
you can come with whoever you wont,

and there's people from
all over the world.

You can come... and there is 60 to
80 people, they are all in the garden

it's great.

And there Sigfrid approached me
and started to talk to me in German and...

He mode a mistake that was really funny...

Well he started tasting the Food

and said smiling:

"Mmm, this is pretty good".

That's what I said the moment I saw you.

Well, that too, yes...

Anyway...
We have a project together.

Yes, Sigfrid,
on top of being a great cook,

- is a movie director.
- And what's the project about?

It's a very difficult project.

- It's based on reality.
Complicated.

It's about a nurse,

a Swiss, she saved a lot of babies
during the civil war,

in concentration camps.
- Elna's Maternity, no?

- Do you know it?
- Yes of course.

Luis is a specialist

in issues about exile.
It's great.

- Really?
- I am very interested in 1939

but I am studying
the second exile the one in '59.

- Did you finish your thesis?
- Well, almost

but there are always new directors to
interview, I don't wanna leave them out.

Yeah...

He has been writing that thesis
since I know him.

You could interview me.

Why?

Well, if I am here it's not because...

it's the greatest place on earth.

Because what is happening
in our country

makes you want to leave.

I don't know you,
nor your movies but...

first we have to put into context
what "exile" is.

It's not the same as "emigration".

This last one depends on economy
and exile on politics.

Yes, but aren't politics and economy
linked nowadays?

Economic power is madness,
this summer

I went to Switzerland
to earn some money,

it's a country with 3% unemployment

and nevertheless they make laws
to limit the economical immigration,

they are very much afraid
and yet loOk personnel in several sectors

So I worked as a nursing assistant

and I worked in a nursing home.

It was great and a whole other world

An old man does not speak
to another old man,

Because he thinks
the other one is on old man.

It's absurd!

They speak more often to the staff
than amongst each other.

Well, working in a nursing home

must have helped you
prepare for your character, no?

The swiss nurse, the...

Enma, right?

Stanislavski style, no?

I also worked during the summer

In a stare, in Salou, selling
inflatable mattresses

What is Salou?

It's... well, Salou is...

it's a summer holiday village where...

people from England go,

Russians, French...

they go get drunk,

and then go baOk to their homes,
calmly,

and the only memory they have

is a bull-shaped bottle of sangria
in their living room.

After working some time
with people who have little left to live,

I came to a decision that
I have been postponing tor a long time.

I am gonna have a baby.

- What are you saying?
- Yes.

How for along are you?

- No, I'm not yet pregnant.
- Oh...

But I am going to be a mum.

And the father?

The father?

I don't know, now I don't know
who is going to be the father but...

I know it's going to be a girl.

Why a girl?

I am gonna be able to teach her better...

or pass on, I don't...

Because the future belongs to women.

Even statistics say so.

Who goes to university and
has better grades?

Who buys books?

Who goes to the movies?
Go to the movies, any show time.

The room is filled with women.

Marco Ferreri already said it:
"ll futuro é donna".

And what are you going to name her?

I have thought about it but it's not easy,

Because it has to be a name
that works in all the countries I live in.

It has to sound good in French,
Spanish and Swiss-German.

I like Isabel a lot.

I am not gonna name her like me!
No way!

Lidia?

Oh, I like Lidia.

Or Lidie.

- Lidia...
- Lidia 3

My grandmother's name is Lidia.

- She is a great woman.
- How nice.

Or Victoria, no?

I don't know how to say it in Swiss.

- Feels like a heavy load to me...
- Yeah...

It seems unfair
to name somebody that.

- Yes, yes.
- It's funny isn't it?

Here we all are
thinking of possible names For children,

and none of us has a child.

Besides you, Isabel, it seems that no one
is going to have them, For now.

I don't know, I thought it was odd.

It reminded me of a book Renata gave me
a while baOk,

it's from on Italian writer,
Natalia Ginzburg.

The title is
"The Little Virtues",

and in one at its stories,
with the some title as the book,

it talks about children's education.

It's my favorite story, it says...

regarding children's education,

we shouldn't teach small virtues,
but big ones.

Not to save money,

but generosity
and to detach from money.

Not caution,
but bravery.

And not to pay attention to danger.

Not ingenuity,

but honesty,

and the love of truth.

Not diplomacy,

but to love your neighbor,

and self-sacrifice.

Not the desire of success,

but the desire to be and to know.

And it's beautiful because in the end,

the last paragraph
talks about vocation,

and it says it's very important
that we have a vocation.

It says if we lose it,

if we suddenly betray that vocation,

we will hold on to our children
like a lifesaver.

It's very important

to be able to pass on
to our children

the love for a vacation.

It's beautiful in the end, it says:

"The love of life
creates love towards life"

It's beautiful.

...I didn't get it.

I was doing the math.

When was the last time we fuOked?

I don't know...

But it hasn't been that long, right?
And I saw it clearly, you, me...

we understand each other...

It would be beautiful.

Yes, I would like for you
to be the father.

What are you trying to tell me?

Nothing.

That.

We'll wait for you at the bar
right across the street.

Do you know why I do not wont
to finish my thesis?

Because that would mean
to start making decisions.

Let's go.

A nearby radio,
brings you baOk here,

and with your most violent smile,
your start laughing.

You look for your glasses
wishing to confirm the obvious,

this is what we are, all this
is perfect but will end.

Like everything that has
that possibility.

before the sun comes in

and turns us into steam.

And suddenly our mouths get dry,
when we touch.

With our luOk.

I wont to declare war
on reality

and live

in your dreams forever.

Thank you.

The next song:
"Ode to fleeting love".

Vito...

I could spend my life
liOking my wounds,

and they wouldn't heal.

Hi!

- Hi, how are you?
- How are you?

- "Très bien".

-"Et vous?"
- Very good.

Yes, you look good.

- It's nice to see you.
- Thank you.

What do you want?

- I don't know, a tea, coffee...
- Ok.

- A beer?
- Ok, a beer.

I have been thinking a lot
about...

- Do you speak French?
- More or less...

I am going to try...

to do it in French.

I don't know why

but it's important to me
to try and speOk French to you,

in your language.

Because...

I have been thinking...

of you all summer,
about you...

You can address me
informally.

About you and about me.

About our encounter.

To me,

that encounter
at the beginning of summer,

is one of the most
beautiful things in my life.

Yes.
Yes, it's true.

It's something...

that I have realized...

Just...

Today...

with you.

Here, in Paris.

But I hadn't realized before.

I think I...

have dreamt ...

of this meeting with you

in the Luxembourg gardens.

Because, you know,

there is a poem I really like,

It's a poem about a man

that ...

that dreams,

with
a "women".

- With what?
- With a "women".

- A woman?
- Yes.

He loves.

- That "wamen"...
- Woman.

...woman, invites

that man,

to visit her

in Paris.

But,

in my particular dream,

you...

and I,

were sitting here,

in a...

place like this,

very similar.

But it was a lot easier.

Icon imagine.

It's a dream.

It's a...

- I wrote it.
- You wrote everything?

Yes.

- I have been thinking...
- May I?

Yes.

"I thought, or I dreamt, I am not
entirely sure, that we do not have

many opportunities
in lite to say what we feel,

and there cure very few moments where
we know what we're actually feeling,

and when that happens,
we are afraid to say it

because it becomes true...

And truth is something
that may surprise and scare us.

Now I am a little bit scared,

I am afraid to be here,
now, with you,

and see your bee...

But it is also
a joy to me,

a joy
and a suffering

...also,
both at the some time.

I don't know if
it's true or a dream,

it doesn't matter...

what I am trying to say is that I had
to see you today see you at least once,

hove you look of me,
don't know,

maybe we could try to
see each other again.

Maybe we can see each other
from time to time,

not to be afraid to try,

I know we don't really know each other,

and you might think
I am completely insane,

but I believe our encounter
this summer was not just on anecdote,

because I have lived
similar moments, stories

that didn't mean anything
afterwards, nothing at all,

but I feel
this is different,

there is like
a breeze in my heart...

Sometimes my brain
takes over my heart,

and reason
beats emotion,

but this time it's something
I can't control,

and that is why I felt the need
to come and tell you.

Thank you for the...

Thank you.

For these words that...

I don't know...

- I don't know what to say.
- Relax

Look, it's...

we had a great time,
this summer,

very nice, very pleasant.

Yes, it's true.

- Me too.
- Yes, it's true, but...

I have my life here and...

We...

I don't under...

I don't understand very well
what you wont.

Me neither.

Ok.

Me neither...
let's see...

Ok.

I simply wanted you to know.

- I wanted to come her...
- May I?

- Keep it?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Just...

Nothing, be here and see you.

And tell you.
It was something I needed...

- Yes, I understand.
-...vital..

But wait a moment,

You come to Paris
just tom?

Only to tell me,
to tell me this?

Yes.

Well, I come with some friends,
right?

But yes.

Hos it ever happened to you...?

- No, no, it's just...
-...you need...

It's a lot.

A lot...

But look, Spain is... Far.

Yes, very far.

Yes, very for, it's on...

important thing.

- Do you know Paris?
- No.

Are you staying to visit?
Visit mare things?

Yes, well, I don't know
what the plan is.

Do you wont me...
to tell you where to 90...?

- Yes...
- Directions, things to see...

- Perfect.
- Things to do...

- Do you know anybody else here?
- No.

- No?
- Well, "À toi".

A moi?

But it's nice to see you.

Yes, yes...

- It's nice seeing you.
- Likewise. Really.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

I'll get it.

I think the beard
is a Spanish obsession.

Maybe it's a leftover Moorish tradition

BM...

You could hove chosen
a better one, couldn't you?

I wouldn't be so sure.

I went to pedalò lost year
and everybody shaved there,

only the extremist have their beards.
Actually, that's why I'm shaving.

To regulate your levels of extremism?

- Evidently.
- Sounds good to me.

How do you feel?

To tell you the truth...
very well, man.

It was pathetic but...
I feel very good.

My heart almost jumped out of my mouth,
I started shaking...

Truth be told, what you did,
I wouldn't be able to do, not even drunk.

Honestly, it's been a long time
I hadn't felt this alive.

That's great.

Thanks for the shirt;
I'll give it to you later.

Keep it, it looks good on you.

Hey, we are being followed.

- What?
- It's the singer!

Yes, can't you hear the music?

It's true!

The road twists
and I let myself go.

The wind strikes my head
and helps me to forget

that I mode a huge mistake...

I have killed myself over a 1000 times
and I can't seem to die.

Might be due to the glass of ambrosia

I drank before I slept.

Or because you save me.

Now that I cum traveling north
escaping from myself,

guilt is sitting next to me
reminding me: you won't get rid of me.

Hey, come, the water is great!

- Come!
-"Ci sono I pedalò".

Come here... damn it.

Hey man, thank goodness
you shaved because...

Your beard smelled like the transition.

Isabel, I can't see you
but I love you!

You know, if this were a movie,
We wouldn't pass the Bechdel test.

What is the Bechdel test?

You ask a movie three questions:

Are there Female characters with names?

Do these female characters with names
talk between each other?

Do they talk about something else
besides than men?

So, we should go.

Do I take my shirt off?

It would be too easy, wouldn't it?

And also a little sad,

because we would be on one side...

and they would be on the other.

We go faster alone,

but further together.

That's what they say.

Come!

It's very warm!

Girls!

We are not leaving, right?

Shall we swim?

And I don't have my glosses!

Great!

I could spend my life
liOking my wounds

and they wouldn't heal.

It's best I get up and leave this
sterile lethargy,

and begin to believe again
there might be a winning option.

I don't care if you are smart or stupid

I am going to love you the same.

If you appear now amongst the Fishes,

I will forgive
any of your mortal sins.

I could finally prove to you
that everything is senseless,

and paths would still exist.

I could have my palm read
six times a year,

and still don't know where to go.

I don't care if you are smart or stupid

I am going to love you the same.

If you appear now amongst the fishes,

I will forgive
any of your mortal sins.

We will watch Italian cinema

or French, if you prefer,

we will tiOkle each other,
and get tired of it in a month.

All my ambition is to see you,
and mess up lost night,

my empty house
is your empty house and I...

cum going to love you.

I don't care if you are smart or stupid

I am going to love you the same.

If you appear now amongst the Fishes,

I will forgive
any of your mortal sins.

I will be content
with watching life pass.

None of this will be transcendental.

Hey, when you've been here 40 minutes,
it's not that bad, huh?