All language subtitles for This Is My Body (Ceci Est Mon Corps) (2014)-en

TO PAUL, MY GRANDFATHER
TO MARIE, MY GRANDMOTHER

TO MARIE-FELICIE, MY GRANDMOTHER'S
MOTHER

TO JULES, PROBABLY
MY GRANDMOTHER'S FATHER

We have an antiquity.

For two millennia now,

we've been changing the way
we recount history.

For a long time now I've wondered

who was responsible

for this extraordinary change.

And then I came across St. Paul.

St. Paul invented Christianity.

He based it on Judaism.

He said "Christianity
is the fulfillment of Judaism."

And if you accept the Gospels,

you've eliminated any possibility

of placing them in context.

If you consider the context
of when the Gospels were written,

or St. Paul's texts, for example,

then you run into history.
And history destroys the myth.

Religion isn't based on history.
Religion comes from legend.

You've got fourth graders at 9.00,
fifth graders at 10.00,

And third graders at 11.00.
That's it.

Catechism on Wednesdays?

Right. And the third graders
are the nicest.

And you...

Catechism, and for the masses?

Bernard comes

every other Sunday.

Where are you going?

To Paris, as I said.

-Don't worry.
-He's only here every other week?

Yes, the bishop...

There's not enough of us.

THIS IS MY BODY

A JEROME SOUBEYRAND FILM

Hello.

Sorry, I'm looking
for Marlène Bonheur.

-Marlène!
-In the shower.

Marlène, it's for you!

-Come in.
-No, that's OK.

I like having a handsome man
in the house.

I'll just...

I can't hurt myself falling.

If I put my feet above my head,
the blood can come back.

Who's this?

A fan in heat.

The therapy course.

You gave me your card.

No, the party's tonight.
I only invited women.

You don't remember?

Marlène?

Those who live according to the flesh

have their minds set
on what the flesh desires.

But those who live
in accordance with the Spirit

have their minds set
on what the Spirit desires.

The mind governed by the Spirit

is life and peace.

The mind governed by the flesh
is hostile to God.

It does not submit to God's law,
nor can it do so.

Those who are in the realm
of the flesh cannot please God.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Come on.

Sorry, this is a private evening.

People are going in.

Private.

Those are guests,

and only women.

Evening.

Hello.

I know the owner.

Don't argue.

Put my feet up.

The doctor said I shouldn't fall.

Christian isn't here,
and Marlène is upset.

What's going on?

-You're consistent.
-Say, Renato,

wig or no wig?

No wig.

I want to see Marlène.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Marlène

Happy birthday to you

You don't remember Sunday?

The last day!

We were supposed to do our relaxation

and then get up

and hug the last person

we met.

You and I stayed for 15 minutes.

Shit!

I don't remember at all.

Marlène!

Marlène!

How was the therapy course?

Hey, girls.

Happy birthday, darling.

How was it?

I'm sorry.

I don't live in Paris.

OK.

I need to sleep for an hour.

Come here.

They're off to bed.

Yes.

They're gone.

I'll help you clean up.

How are you?

Can I have that garbage bag?

-Yeah.
-Is Émilie OK?

Émilie is still a bit jealous,
but it'll pass.

She realized I love her

and want her. It doesn't matter
if I sleep around.

But did you see how open and honest
Christian is about what he wants?

He stands me up and doesn't

even feel the need to apologize.

He's very free-minded.

Should I throw the cans out?

Émilie wanted us to be a couple.

No thanks.

-Christian is married.
-Oh?

Which young man was he with?

He's more than married.

There's me, too.

I don't dislike his wife.

I've integrated him
into my emotional landscape.

She raises the kids.
I don't ask him to leave her.

But if the two of us
want to go away together

for a weekend,

he won't.

He won't even ask her.

She'd take it badly.

I don't see why I'd be glad
to meet her.

Are you married?

Sort of.

Do you live with someone?

You could say that.

What do you do?

I do social work.

Oh, I remember now.

Well, not actually.

You're a bit perverted,

because she said to keep
your eyes closed

and then to leave.

Do you want to do it again?

Eyes closed, eyes open, either way.

Huh?

You've got some nerve.

Isn't that good?

Yes.

Shouldn't we finish cleaning up?

Corinth was the city of brothels.

-Of brothels.
-Yes.

There were cities full of brothels.

The Epistles to the Corinthians

was the epistle to those people.

I didn't read St. Paul

from a Judaeo-Christian perspective.

I read him with the open mind
of the philosopher who says,

OK, I've read this,

and this guy is a wacko.

You'd have to be nuts
to hate women like that.

You can't hate the body,
desires, and impulses

without being insane.

You can't tell us
you must live a life of chastity.

In fact his ideal

wasn't just chastity,
it was abstinence.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

You're so receptive
I didn't have time to get bored.

Good Lord. It was so simple.

Your wife must not do that for you
very often.

Never.

Yeah.

Married women

turn into mothers, and mothers...

Ever heard of the Virgin Mary?

Vaguely.

Do you speak to your wife?

Do you tell her what you like?

No.

There are some things you can't say.

Does she come when you have sex?

I hope she doesn't fake it.

How can you say "yes"
if you can't even say "no"?

Does she masturbate?

Well...

OK, OK.

You should bring her to me.

I help women to...

Only a woman can help another woman

and show her something new.

You're hard again.

Draw a square here.

That's you.

Here.

Put your name underneath.

And your birth date.

Draw another line here
with your mother's name.

BRUNO CLAVIER

TRANSGENERATIONAL PSYCHOANALYST

The date here...

And you sure about the bishop?

Or you think...

It's what I found out
when I wrote the film.

I got symbolic proof,

having written the film.

What happened to my grandmother

happened to all the children.

The Catholic orphanages were founded

to raise the priests' children.

They were at the orphanage four years

and then they were placed
with a family.

So we can put in red,

"placed in an orphanage at birth."

That seems important to me.

Yes.

Hello, sir, I...

How did you sleep?

Renato, I didn't recognize you!

I'm off. I took just the morning off.

Where's Marlène?

Casting call. Émilie is in her room.

Tell her when you leave

so she can lock the door.

OK. What do you do?

I'm a pimp. No, I work at a bank.

Yes, I work for the enemy.
I'm on the inside.

Have a good day.

Have a good day.

Don't touch that please.

It's their altar.

Good morning.

Renato said you should
lock the door behind me when I go.

Yeah.

You're not working today?

No, it's Wednesday.

I'm a teacher.
I'm preparing tomorrow's class.

-Which grade?
-Fourth.

That's my favorite.

You teach at a private school?

No, I...

I do social work.

I do after-school catechism.

OK. Ready?

Is Marlène around?

No, she's at the studio.

-What kind?
-Theater.

I do a bit of theater myself.

What time is it at?

You should maybe ask her. Seven.

See you later.

See you later.

-Have a good day.
-You too.

Here we go.

I didn't steal it! I filled it up.

When we talk about sexuality,

we have a backward view.

I mean that we judge the issue

from our own modern perspective.

From that point of view,
these texts seem detestable,

and they are. You're right.

But you would find secular texts,

that aren't Catholic or Jewish,

that are exactly the same.

That implies that there must
have been

specific issues

relating to the body

that led to that kind

of ascetic lifestyle.

Ethereal and sad: thus is my life.

My outrage is fading.

My passion decays
with the passing of time.

My anger is no more than a whisper.

I am at one with my transparency.

I embrace it.

May it dissolve my pain
and absolve me.

Sandrine, you think you can play
this part?

Yes. I'm transparent,

and I must come to terms with it.

What do you think, Gabin?

Stop looking at me like that.

What do you think?

It was good. It was...

It was good.

Do you find her transparent?

You didn't notice
the plunging neckline

on the most beautiful pair
of breasts in Paris?

Her nice ass?

Her gorgeous smile?

Those lustful feline eyes?

You can play against type,

but you must be aware
of the essence you emit.

Sandrine needs to start
from what she is.

A sexy, beautiful, sensual woman

whom everyone looks at.

Let's try something. Gabin, come on.

No one knows you.

Gabin!

Don't tell me you only came here
to get your suitcase.

No, I wanted to see your class.

Émilie, didn't you say
he does theater?

OK. Get up here.

You'll see.

-Should I sit?
-Yes.

Tell us a story.

Make it elaborate, contrived.

It doesn't matter whether it's true.

And we'll tell you afterwards
whether we believed it.

-While he's thinking...
-Marlène!

Bye.

The idea is to become your story.

I can tell any old made-up story

starting from myself,

so I can recite any lines

and make it credible. And even

Sandrine will be able to make
us believe she's transparent.

Don't think too much. Go ahead.

Start.

Whatever comes to mind.

OK. So, I'm a priest.

OK!

I said contrived. Perfect.

We're going to need some details

to believe it.

I have a parish in the Ardèche,

and I have a lot of work.
There aren't enough priests.

But there are also fewer

parishioners, so...

But the ones that are left
tend to be older,

and people who are afraid.

People go to church out of fear.

They're afraid of life, of illness
and death, of God,

of their own shadow, even.

You can ask him questions,
if you want, to help him.

What do you do in the morning?

I don't feel like getting up.

What do you like most
about your job?

Honestly, the funerals.

It's true.

They make me feel useful.

I feel like I have an answer.

When there's a dead body in the room,
people behave better.

I can show them something

of life's beauty,
of the magic of the moment.

It lasts however long: months,
weeks, a few seconds.

-And weddings?
-They're nightmares.

Baptisms and weddings are hell.

I don't even know why people want it.
They don't believe in anything.

They do it for their grandmother,
their great-aunt,

who themselves don't even care.

It's absurd.

Can I put on a Johnny Hallyday song?
No.

What about Madonna? Nope.

Some people even want
to redecorate the church.

They want a five-minute mass

with texts from God-knows-who.

Someone even wanted to get married

while sky-diving.

How is it being celibate?

Not so good.
Especially since I met you.

Great.

Very funny.

OK. Great job.

Who believed he was a priest?

No one.

See, Sandrine?

And yet he was credible.

You could certainly play a priest
in the movies.

Maybe with less humor.

But in this exercise here,

it wasn't credible enough.

You drew from what you know.

The Ardèche, your deep-seated
mistrust of the Church...

Maybe if you hadn't taken it so far,

we might have believed it.

A priest can't say what you said.

Priests keep things inside more.

They're good listeners.

They give a lot of themselves.

And they have faith.

I didn't feel that you had faith.

Priests are human, after all.

We might say that they hear voices.

They're not people
like you and me, no.

You don't think so?

You're right, I'm not a priest.

Thank God.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye.

See you later.

-Will we see you again?
-I don't live in the area.

Thankfully!

I mean, I live in the Ardèche.

But I'd love to come again.

I think you're talented.

OK. 20 euros a session.

Would you do a scene from "Tartuffe"
with me?

Why not?

See you soon, then.

It was a pleasure.

I loved it. Next time,

call when you're coming.

Before you come.

Marlène.

I'd like to talk to you.

I don't have time.

I'm starving,
and Christian is coming.

Could I see you for a minute?

Sorry?

Christian's coming?
You didn't tell me.

I don't tell you everything.

Will you have dinner with us?

Let's not fight.
Not tonight, not ever,

because I love you.

-Here.
-I'm not hungry.

Eat a little.

You gave it your all on stage.
That's draining.

So you do theater?

I acted in high school

and in college,
and now I'm in an amateur troupe.

Wonderful. What have you done?

"The Passion of the Christ."

Hence your idea for the priest.

What about last year?

"The Passion of the Christ."
We do it every year.

Wow!

My very own Christ.

Yeah. I see what you're feeling.

Carpe diem.

It's nice here.

You're here, Gabin!

Looks like a party up there.

This is Gilberto. He's from Brazil.

For real, right?

Émilie, Marlène's girlfriend
who lives here, and Gabin,

a friend who doesn't live here,
at least not yet,

or not to my knowledge.

Gilberto is an accountant.
We have some work to do.

He really is.

Let's go take a look.

Come on.

See you tomorrow.

They'll be up there a while.

-It's love?
-Possibly.

Are they in the vault together?

That's important,
because it'll be handed down.

This woman, your ancestor,

is being pulled in two directions.

She's married,

and all of this
is her own personal drama.

When the child is placed
in the orphanage,

that's devastating for her.

It's traumatic.

It needs to be repaired.

From that moment on,

the whole lineage has to work
to heal that wound.

She wants to heal it.

She's more concerned with her
mother's destiny than her own.

She wants to fix her poor mom.

They all want to fix their poor mom.

So...

You inhale, and just before

you exhale,

you act like you're surprised.

No.

More surprised. Like...

Marlène!

Marlène! That works.

They're synced up today.

Isn't she a bit cruel to you?

No. Lying would have been cruel.

So she's been clear with you
from the beginning?

Yes. I've known from the start.

But that's how I love her.

If I had known, I wouldn't...

I'm sorry.
I was thinking about myself.

When? Last night?

I was exhausted. I went to bed.

It's OK.

I like you. You're sweet.

Kiss me.

No...

Let's try something.

Smoke.

Close your eyes

and breathe slowly.

Nice and slow.

-You don't find me attractive?
-I do.

What, then?

I'm dizzy.

I've only slept with a boy once.
It was a long, long time ago.

I've only slept with a woman once,
and it was recent.

Living a free life

means breaking out of the devotion

to this strange sort of memory.

This is memory.
From the moment you know,

it is the start of freedom.

From the moment you start naming

and recognizing their suffering,

since they have suffered.

ST. PAUL "EPISTLE TO THE GALATIANS"
5:17 - 21

Walk by the Spirit and you will not
gratify the desires of the flesh.

For the flesh desires
what is contrary

to the Spirit, and the Spirit
what is contrary to the flesh.

They are in conflict with each other,
so that you are not to do

whatever you want.

But if you are led by the Spirit,

you are not under the law.

The acts of the flesh are obvious:
sexual immorality,

impurity and debauchery;

idolatry

and witchcraft; hatred, discord,

jealousy, fits of rage,

selfish ambition,

dissensions, factions and envy;

drunkenness,

,and the like.

Drunkenness,

orgies, and the like.

The flesh

is not just about the libido
or sexual desire,

but also what I would call
the desire to belong.

It is perhaps related to the body,

but it is also related
to social habits.

That's also what "flesh" means.

I need to talk to you.

Please, give me a moment.

I have to talk to you.

In high school, in theater,

I fell in love
with my theater partner.

On New Year's Eve, we slept outside
together.

Under all these blankets.

All we did was sleep. She was saving
herself for the man of her life.

Three days later,

she told me I had been
sent by the devil

to lead her off the righteous path.

She was an Evangelist.

I didn't believe in God then.

I felt like we were all God.

At the end of the year
I liked this other girl.

One day she decided

we would have sex.

We went into her room
at her parents' house.

I didn't know what to do.

We didn't know.

I had a boner, but I...

I...

I couldn't find...

I didn't want to force things.

We were young.

And then in college,

I did theater, too.

It was a livelier scene.

They did "living theater."

There was a girl

named Marie who was beautiful.

She slept with everyone.

We were very close, and she said she

didn't want to screw me

because she respected me too much.

And then one day,

everyone had been drinking
and smoking a lot.

They started touching each other

and undressing.

There were quite a few people.

She waved me over, and...

And I left.

I went home, to Valence.

We were in Lyon. I took a train.

When I got home,

there was a telegram for me.

I didn't even have a phone then.

A telegram saying my grandfather
had died.

He had raised me.

So...

I took care of the funeral,
and had my grandmother

placed in a home. She was senile.

And then I just broke down.

After summer break,

I went to the seminary.

So, Marlène, I am a priest.

And I love you.

Bravo!

I don't know who wrote that,
but it's very well written.

And very well acted.

Yes...

But you could have let me know
you were doing a lesson.

I need a coffee.

Big mistake.

Unless you meet her at church,

never tell her you're a priest.

I don't know what to say.

You're living with her?

On her couch.

Her roommates insisted I stay.

And you're sleeping with her?

Not anymore.

Not know that she knows I'm a priest.

No wonder. And the other girl?

Same thing. I...

With Marlène it's physical.

It's like with God, but better.

What about the guy?

Things would be so much simpler
if you liked guys.

You could be my assistant.

You'd come with me to the apartment
at the diocese.

This has never happened to you?

No.

I've flirted with parishioners,

but never slept with anyone.

You mean...

For the thirty-odd years
we've known you,

you've just jerked off?

It's our calling.

What? We all overact.

Not you?

We were all children.

Overacted. That's the word.

Hardly the smartest kids around.

Right?

We were emotionally disabled
is what we were.

Do you regret it?

No. This is my path.

It's God's will.

When do you go back to your parish?

Give me some time, please.

You're funny.

I'll give you two weeks,
and you agree to be my assistant.

That's blackmail.

No, Gabin.

You were the brightest.

If we can do something for this
church, now's the time.

Like what? Are you kidding?

What more can we do?

It's an empty shell.

Stop it.

What will you do now?

Do you have money saved?

I'll figure it out.

We're trapped.

If I've only two weeks I must be off.

I fell asleep.

Didn't we all?

But we like sleeping.

You more than us.

No.

See you later.

Just don't get her pregnant,

because then I can't help you.

Do you think Father Bouvier chose
Mozambique himself?

Two weeks! Have fun. I love you.

Me too.

He's not doing well.

No. What about you?

Need I remind you how many
alcoholics we have?

We wasted our lives.

-We gave them to God.
-If only...

Your declaration is most gallant.

But in truth, it is surprising.

You should have better armed
your heart

and reflected somewhat
on such a matter.

A pious man like you
known everywhere.

Pious I may be,
but I am nonetheless a man.

And when a man beholds
your heavenly charms,

the heart surrenders
and can reason no more.

Let's stop there.

Thank you.

Gabin...

-It was good, right?
-But not credible.

What are you afraid of?

You don't have to play Tartuffe.

You have to be Tartuffe.

The truth is that you are a Tartuffe,

but in reverse.

You all know. Gabin is a priest.

It's true. We didn't believe it,

but it's the truth.

Just goes to show that truth

and credibility don't always mix.

Gabin is a priest.

We might wonder why he's here.

Perhaps he is tormented
by his own desire?

That's where your Tartuffe is.

Sure, we might feel that
with Sandrine,

we're making it easy on him.
Not at all.

Sorry,
it's got nothing to do with you.

Desire is inside the beholder.

Boys,

you all know that.

But we ladies,
society has put it in our heads

that in order to have desire,
you must be in love.

That's a trap.

How long does love last?

So you get married,

you have kids, and goodbye, desire!

But desire is inside you.

You can connect to it whenever

you want and with just about anyone.

Here's proof.

Just kidding!

Let's try again.

Take it from "Pious I may be,
but I am nonetheless a man."

"A man," Gabin.

Pious I may be,
but I am nonetheless a man.

And when a man beholds
your heavenly charms,

the heart surrenders

and can reason no more.

Yes! I felt it!

You felt it?

Did you feel it, Sandrine?

Yes.

OK.

Pious I may be,
but I am nonetheless a man.

And when a man beholds
your heavenly charms,

the heart surrenders
and can reason no more.

OK, now it's getting interesting.

There!

Go for it!

It's the first time...

I don't want to offend you.

He died a year later.
He was ten years younger,

and died not long after.

She was buried in his family vault.

-With his family and him.
-OK.

GINET FAMILY

VINET AND REBOUL FAMILIES

I can't find it.

Four.

Do I look at them?

I don't know.

How many more times
are you going to...

You expect too much from me.

I'm only your secretary.

I don't know.

What do you want me to...? No.

I don't know.

What do you want me to do?

You demand too much from me, sir.

I'm only your secretary.

No, none of that here.

It's like with smokers.
If you want to pray, go outside.

And what are you doing here?

Are you on vacation?

It's a kind of sick leave.

I spoke with my boss.

I'm sick for you, Marlène.

Then we'll just have to cure you.

But not with me.

I have two weeks
to make your change your mind.

Saturday and Sunday
aren't very practical, but

I can come Sunday evening.

I have mass Saturday evening
and Sunday morning.

I can stay until Tuesday.

I have catechism on Wednesday.

There were some real wackos
in that therapy camp.

But I think I won the prize.

What? Things are great between us.

You're menopausal,
so we can't have kids.

Where does Émilie fit in?

Thursday, Friday?

I didn't want that, with Émilie.

-She raped you?
-Yes.

You're jealous! I thought...

I'm not the slightest bit jealous.

We're happy together!

You are happy with me.

Who says I'm happy?

I know it. I sense it.

I don't want to be a priest's wife.

Gabin, listen.

Screwing is one thing.

It's another thing entirely to have
to deal with their emotional needs.

So even for two weeks,
you need to give me some space.

Take Sandrine.

Did you see how she was looking
at you?

But Sandrine...

You'd have to explain
some things to me, sexually,

train me. Because Sandrine...

Look, Mr. Monk, I'm not
an exercise machine.

No Utopian community

survived more than one generation.

It's stunning, but it's true.

There's a lesson there.

All these Archeo-Marxists
or neo-communists

are still Paulines.

These are people
who believe in an aesthetic ideal.

They hate the body and the self.

They're focused on suffering
and expiation, etc.

The lessons those people give us
are very simple:

that one should found nomadic
communities where you are.

We could set one up here, right now.

The micro-community
is wherever you are .

Are you satisfied with that shirt?

-What makes you say that?
-I don't know.

You could try untucking it.

You look like a kind of packet.

Untuck?

Yeah. Makeover time. May I?

-Yes.
-This is no good.

Excuse me.

-You want me to put my shirt...
-Come on.

There.

Doesn't it look sloppy?

Well, this way hides your gut.

-Oh...
-And like this...

Marlène doesn't like too neat.

You'll need to make an effort.

You have a gut, too.

Excuse me?

-You have a gut, too.
-OK.

If it's like that...

Wait, I just...

Is he mad? Or is he kidding?

What did you say?

I just said he had a gut, too.

Men! They're worse than women.

Is he mad?

-Are you mad, Doudou?
-No.

Come back, then.
I don't know how to do the cards.

No!

That was so good.

Why don't we do this more often?

Because someone likes men,
whereas I...

I do like Gabin, though. He's sweet.

Oh?

-Sorry.
-No, not at all.

He's not virile enough for me.

Well, mostly he's a priest.

I think it's nice
that you slept with a man again.

He's just the right type for you.

I'm not kidding.
You have my blessing.

I mean, I am a bit jealous...

What's becoming of me?

What did you say?

One of the texts that made
a big impression on me

with respect to the social flesh,
not the flesh of the body,

is that he says,

"Starting today,

"there will be neither Jew,
nor Greek,

"nor man, nor woman,
nor rich, nor poor,

"but I who am the one who is."

Saint Paul is surely inventing this,

and it's one of the great turning
points of this era: the Individual.

Oh, boy.

You and women, it's impossible.

Your mother?

I don't know her well, but...

-It's not a common card.
-OK.

You don't know women much.

Join the club. Four.

I'm not gay.

Who said you were?

Still...

Don Juan. You've got women
all over the place.

Yeah!

Here we have a man. Here, it's me.

Wow! You and me, we're...

Rio de Janeiro!

Say, about women...

Women, Gaby...

It's not magic. Just listen to them.

And then listen to them some more.

And after that,

listen to them some more,

because it's never over.
And when it really is over,

listen to them,
because you never know.

And when they want to have sex,

because they say when, not you...

If you want to do it, it means

you must listen more.

So you don't choose.

When they get to sex, what do you do?

You listen.

But what do you listen to?

The "other"!

The other?

The other.

You're making that face,
you're learning...

You're like a chicken
seeing a knife for the first time.

A bad lover is someone
who does to the other person

what they wish they'd do to him.

But we're all different!

For example, stroke my cheek.

Don't be scared.

Take your hand. Stroke it.

Good. I feel like I'm a dog.

Do it right, come on.

There!

Now I feel like a table leg.
Honestly.

Go on, don't hesitate.

There, see,
that's just lukewarm for me.

But...

Give me your hand.

Put it here, and go down.

Nice and slow.

Nice and slow.

There.

You're making me uncomfortable!

Oh...

You have to express yourself.
If you don't,

how can the other person
know what we like?

How do you want me to know
what you like?

See, it's not all that complicated.

A chimpanzee in a female's vagina

ejaculates in 10 to 20 seconds.

Being human is about the same.

A man has to learn to hold back.

He has to stop himself

from coming
so the woman can orgasm.

He has to strengthen
his pubococcygeus muscle.

This is the muscle
between the anus and testicles.

I may not look like much,

but I'm working on my pubococcygeus.

And what's the point of that?

To be able to have sex for a long
time to make the woman come.

Poor Sandrine.

Marlène, you agreed
to have dinner so that...

Poor Sandrine.
I already feel bad for her.

Put your hand here.

Here.

Leave it there or I'll scream.

Look.

Penetration is like that for us.

And your hand is way
less sensitive than a clitoris.

So multiply the pain by ten.

Sure, in the movies,

the woman comes.

But it's different in reality.

In real life,

we need foreplay.
We need you to be delicate.

We need soft touches and sweet words.

Especially sweet words.

For us, things go
from the heart down.

I know, for you,
it's the other way around.

But for us, penetration
isn't a must-have.

Our main erogenous zones

are the clitoris and the G-spot,

that aren't really stimulated
by your...

The G-spot's a myth.

Oh yeah?
Did you read that on the Internet?

That would suit you.

For your information, the G-spot,

which is in fact a zone,

in the vagina, near the pubis,

is the size of a one-euro coin,

and feels a bit grainier
than the rest of the area.

If you've got a woman excited,

if you lick her clit well,

and if you stimulate her G-spot
at the same time,

that's seventh heaven for her.

But that doesn't interest you men
very much.

Your one goal is to shoot your load.

-She's right.
-Don't start!

Why don't pornos show that, then?

You watch porn?

That's wild!

Porn is made by men, for men.

And most men fear a woman's pleasure.

Sure, it's not nice and tidy,

a woman getting off.

She's an animal,

a monster who frightens
little children.

And what do those frustrated,
scared little children do

to protect themselves
from women's pleasure?

They invent religion. All religions.

And if she comes like a beast

then she'll be punished up in Heaven!

But how are men born?

Don't all men
come out the belly of an animal?

A woman giving birth,

is that clean and tidy and elegant?

Does she not bellow like a beast?

Is she not this close to dying?

Does she not dilate monstrously
to let the bloody infant through?

It's the same
when she gets her rocks off.

It's in her guts,

and it radiates throughout her body.

Sure, if it's just for procreation,
then there's no problem.

Ejaculation takes five to 30 seconds.
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

But if you want pleasure and ecstasy,

if you want the woman
to become a goddess for you,

then you have to be an artist.

And an artist is big and strong.

The artist fears nothing
and rides out the storm,

rides the tiger

and goes off to explore
the universe and the stars,

the great Everything.

Nothing like

what those porn stars are faking.

They're actresses, OK?

That means they're paid

to make you think they can orgasm
with your penis inside them.

But it's a lie.

A woman cannot orgasm

with just a man's penis inside her.

No woman on earth.

The vaginal orgasm

was invented by Freud,
and he himself realized

near the end of his life
that he understood nothing

about female sexuality.

And we've been buying that BS

for over a century.

Ya basta!

I can't get this one.

It's not working.

I wear this one
when I don't want to.

It doesn't work.

It's OK.

Watch.

Better!

That one was easy.

Good job.

You've mastered the bra.

Now, onto panties,
because it's an art in its own right.

Why is it so quiet here?

She's upstairs with Gabin.

She's been explaining

how to take off bras and panties
for three hours.

Really?

He's clever after all.

So is dinner tomorrow canceled?

No, this is all for Sandrine.

Are you crying?

-No.
-Yes.

OK, I'm crying, but I don't know why.

It's about healing oneself.

It's a way of healing oneself
through art.

It's a heavy burden to bear.

Did you come?

-Didn't you hear?
-Thank God.

My name is Marlène, actually.

This is the first time
I've made a woman come!

OK, darling.

I really enjoyed helping you.

You'll see. Tomorrow night,

you'll be great with Sandrine.

But the priest with the big cock
is going to sleep on the couch, OK?

No, let's sleep together.
I'm so comfortable!

Gabin...

Couch.

Go on.

I don't care about Sandrine.
Let's cancel it.

And no joke,
who knows who she sleeps with?

Does she have a boyfriend?

If people only slept
with their partners...

That'd be too simple, eh?

And Christian is coming tomorrow?

Yes, he promised to come
spend the night with me.

He's going to talk to his wife.

I'm going to give him
the three pages.

The script I'd like to write for you.

Listen, Gabin.
You don't become a screenwriter

overnight, OK?

An armchair screenwriter

isn't going to start breaking

any ratings records.

You OK?

I want to sleep here.

It takes a lot of intimacy
to sleep with a woman.

It doesn't work that way.

Not just any woman. With you.

I want to sleep with you.
The first time, we slept together.

That was an accident.

An accident...

When you're not here,
I'm handicapped.

Goodnight.

"I don't get hard
and I don't want humanity to."

That's Saint Paul's offer.

He says so in the text.

He says "I want humanity
to be like me."

If we look
at his depiction of humanity,

we get a very personal self-portrait

of Saint Paul's psyche.
And what is it?

A powerless person's one.

Great!

Voila.

In Brazil, we always say

that you should serve yourself first.

All poor countries say it.

They say it in poor countries,
but rich countries do it.

How long ago did I meet Marlène?

I don't know, 25 years ago,
give or take.

I had a theater company at the time.

You're nice.

I had a theater company, and...

She had written a play
about Anna Magnani

called "Aria di Roma."

We met, and she told me
about herself.

The more I worked with her,
the more I realized

how completely nuts she was.

In fact, she thought she was
Anna Magnani.

It was insane.

No, she was totally...

She was her subject.

I remember one day...

Anna Magnani's secretary came by.

And when she left,

she had really felt

like she'd seen Anna Magnani,
for real.

It was Marlène in Anna Magnani.
I even think

she outdid Anna Magnani a few times.

No, that's impossible.

No, no way.

I'm not La Magnani.

What am I?

Where does theater end
and life begin?

Why? Why am I a success
in the theater,

but in life I destroy
all that I love?

Where does life begin?

Where does theater end?

Here she goes again.

Bye.

Bye, kiddo.

Herbal tea, anyone?

-You promised.
-I know. I'm sorry.

We're leaving at dawn.

It'll be good for me,
a week with the kids.

Gabin gave me this.

A priest in love with an actress.

And moves in with her.

There's nothing between us.

Between you and him, sure,
but between him and you...

What can I do for you?

With your floppy little noodle,
not much.

Come on.

Come in, honey.

No crying.

Excuse me, I...

Goodnight, Father.

No, we're not here to recycle
Church waste. Enough!

Not now.

If it didn't work out,
then go back to your parish.

We did our best.

Not everyone would have...

You're tough. That's not you.

-Oh it's not?
-No.

Put some clothes on!

Stop showing yourself off to Gabin!

You too, get dressed.

I can't stand you in that thong!

It's not a thong!

My toast!

She doesn't love Renato anymore!

Renato!

Enough!

Enough, David Merigot!

It's too early for this!

Hello, menopause!

Don't argue. I love you all.

You're my only family.

Your only family?

You're just like all the other men.

And zip up your fly.
We get it: you've got a dick.

She doesn't like you,
because you're nice.

She likes mean guys.

And the meaner,

the better.

Thank you, David Merigot.

Thanks.

OK.

Thank you.

Yeah...

Who's the father?

Who do you think?

You did use a condom?

We did. No, I can't remember.

Maybe. Anyway,
he wasn't very used to it,

and with "His Holiness,"
it didn't seem like

much of a risk.

Is that why you've been crying?

-And him, too.
-No, he doesn't know.

He's just been praying and reading
all day.

-The Bible?
-Nietzsche.

I'm starting to get used to him.

As if he were our cat.

When he's not screwing around,
he calms me down.

What are you going to do?

I'd have checked the age.

You said he was younger.

He was ten years younger.

That's interesting. 1863.

Ten years younger

is quite a lot.

But being the father,

that means he was...

In 1893 he was 19.

Right.

That's very interesting.

Yeah.

We're noticing a lot.

He was just 19. He was a kid.

-He was a child.
-He was 19, and she...

When I look at the headstone,

-it's the end of the life.
-Yeah.

But he was in the seminary at 19.

I love you.

I love you too.

Look.

I'm happy.

We're finally going to be a couple.

A parental couple.

If you're trying to blackmail me,
no thanks.

I'm sorry. I love you.
I don't want to hurt you.

I'm sorry.

No thanks.

-Come on.
-No.

It's strange. Since I decided
to go back,

I'm already missing my congregation.

Religion is like any other addiction.

What do you mean?

It turns you away from yourself.

What is "yourself"?

-You, or me?
-Myself.

You just said it.

I don't understand.

Myself is when my "self" is mine.

And I belong to God.

That's your problem.

But do you love yourself?

Do you mean...

Religion turned me away from myself?

Most definitely.

I'm going for a walk.

Bravo!

Not bad.

We got one very good one.

Keep it, maybe.

Can we try one more take?

And just go for it.

She's never satisfied.

There you go.

She's going to go again.

You want festive? Bend over, darling!

-Ready?
-Let's do it.

OK, Father?

This one was good anyway.

This is the last.

No way.

The priest is gay!

Yeah, right. He's in love with you.

Just like me. He loves everything.

Your fears, your wounds,
and your stubbornness.

A gay priest, in love with me.

He's got just what it takes
to succeed.

Listen to that!

Oh, my God!

My God!

Should we go to bed?

Did he come like that with you?

No.

What about with you?

No.

What's wrong? Wasn't it good?

It was.

It's like fireworks in my body.

What, then?

I don't want to be homosexual.

-You're cute.
-I'm ashamed.

Of what?

Erogenous zones
are the Lord's creations.

It's not my fault
he hid the boys' behind the prostate

and only the gays found it.

Sure, but I'm not homosexual.

OK. I get it.

I make you come like an animal,

and this is the thanks I get.

I'm not a whore.

-I'm sorry, Renato.
-Fuck you.

Hi!

Breakfast!

No, I'm not gay!

Me neither!

It was here.

There was no ivy then.

You could read the names.

I'm confused, because...

Everything's wet,
and you can barely see the...

"Tajnas" was the name.

I think it was the third.

It was about that size.

It has to be around here.

In these three pathways,

there's a gap. A gap in the memory.

There must have been
a sign like this.

But no one showed up,

so they took the plot back.

IF YOU HAVE INFORMATION ABOUT
THIS GRAVE, SEE MANAGEMENT

Damn.

I don't know what's going on.

It's like something
wanted to be forgotten.

Like it were time for it to go.

I'm...

It's intense.

Like something didn't want
to be repaired. It's strange.

But maybe it was repaired.

Or I'm crazy,
and I made the whole thing up.

I left without my script.

You're shooting today?

Yes. I'm not a star,
but I do films sometimes.

-Marlène.
-I have to go.

I'm leaving!

Oh, right.

OK. Goodbye, Father.

Thank you for everything. I love you.

Christian is having the film written.

I know. That's good.

We'd have a change
to run into each other again.

No.

See ya.

Marlène!

But the thing with the gay priest...

It's not credible.

It's too much.

And the ending.

It's a comedy.
It needs a happy ending.

That'd be better.

I had a contract drawn up for you.

Sign at the bottom of each page,

and the last two.

I have a check here.

This is the first installment.
The rest will depend

on production.

I don't want anything.
I wrote this for Marlène.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to tell you something.

I'm pregnant.

It's yours.

And I want to keep it.

And I wanted to say that
if you wanted to be a dad,

that's possible.

And I wanted to give you this.

Which I need you to give back to me
in about six-and-a-half months.

Yeah.

You'll have a baby, if you want.

But it's OK. It's easy.

We've got a village.

Breathe. It'll be all right.

Shit. Condoms aren't for dogs.

Try to see if she'll get an abortion.

I got trapped the same way.

I have a 34-year-old daughter.

A youthful error.

When her mom told me
she was pregnant,

I used the pretext of the call
of God,

and I went back to the seminary.

It won't work.

I'm fed up with this.

You hear me?

No to doctrine.

Even doctrines that call
for the abolition of doctrine.

Man must be free.

I want a life where I can say on my

deathbed that if I had to do it
again, I'd do it the same way.

If you want to be a creative,

original thinker,

you must first liberate yourself
from all the habits

given to you by your family,
by your parents,

by society, etc.

St. Paul means that
when he talks about the flesh.

I think it was here. It had to be.

There's no more headstone.

No memory, nothing.

It's all gone.

There's nothing left but to...

But to live

what we have to live,

and to dance, and sign,

and do what we want to do.

To forget and move on.

These are all just old forms.

I have to find new meaning
with whatever I have on hand.

Because...

We have to enjoy life.

We're full of energy.

That's it.

Enjoy yourself!

This is funny.

THIS IS MY BODY

Adam Lozier
Subtitling: Hiventy