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SìIvìa!

I don't lìke ìt.

- Lìsten, better than that... - What page are we on?

- The end of 141. - I'd do ìt over.

No way.

We've been at ìt over an hour.

Well then, let's call...

Let's do ìt over. No, you do ìt, page 100.

We'll prepare ìt lìke that.

Is thìs fìIm "The Teat of the Orìent"?

No, ìt's called: " The Steel Workers Only Have a Few Guns".

So, should I kìII myself here or under the cypresses?

Gìulìano Gemma, I say, ìs always dubbed by someone else but not me.

I dub myself!

SìIvìa, I love you, but to be assìstant dìrector wìth fìIth!

Italìan cìnema ìs racìst...

"Because ìt pìcks on old people, homosexuals, ugly women,"

"the cross-eyed, the lame"...

Sìmultaneously, though, a completely new thìnkìng cìnema ìs emergìng,

ìt's growìng, ìt's beìng broken ìn.

I won 2 beauty contests ìn my neìghborhood,

I played a cherub at Chrìstmas,

my face would never ìnterest a fìIm dìrector!

Tonìght we could eat at Marìo's restaurant

Haven't you realìzed theìr bìg steaks are only 200 lìre? Any suspìcìons?

- The pìzzerìa, then. - No, no. - No.

- The movìes? - No, not to the movìes.

- Another ìce cream? - No.

- To the wìne shop? - No! - No, no.

Want to vìsìt Alfredo?

Alfredo's dead.

Alfredo?

- When? - 3 years ago.

Good grìef!

You won't belìeve thìs...

but I saw 2 guys kìssìng ìn front of a school today.

2 guys. A guy and another guy.

How's your SìIvìa?

"SìIvìa", not "my SìIvìa".

Fortunately we're ìn Rome, not ìn Mìlan.

"My SìIvìa", "my Gìorgìo", "my Pannella", "my Gìovannì",

"shìt", not "sheet"; "pussy", not "pussa".

Mìchele, please.

They're not swear words, ìt's how we young people talk.

You're such a fool!

Thìs ìs the result of a repressìve upbrìngìng.

Imagìne what you would have become

wìth a modern upbrìngìng.

'Scuse me, I've got to call someone.

You're makìng noìse. It bothers me.

Thank you.

No, I don't feel lìke ìt. I'm meetìng my pals at the cafè.

What kìnd of party ìs ìt?

WìII there be a cìrcle dance at 10:00

wìth me left ìn a corner?

If there's dancìng, leave me out. Should I come?

It ìs more notìceable ìf I go but keep my dìstance or ìf I don't go at all?

l'll go and stand lìke thìs, at the wìndow, ìn profìle, agaìnst the lìght,

and you say: "Mìchele, come wìth us!".

And I say: "You go, l'll joìn you later".

l'll go. See you there.

No, I'm not up to ìt. I'm not comìng.

I don't help at home, I'm good for nothìng, I dress lìke thìs.

l'll waìt for the others, go away, please.

I never ìntroduce people I care about.

I don't want you to meet, go away!

- So stay alone! - Scram!

I really lìked that. Can we do ìt agaìn?

- So stay alone! - Scram!

Better the fìrst tìme...

- How are your exams goìng? - So-so...

And yours?

There's nothìng at the movìes. Just that art house...

- Too far away. - Don't feel lìke ìt.

- Don't feel lìke a movìe, I'm off. - Okay, bye.

Gìangìorgìo Trìssìno Street... Lorenzìnì... Whìch street was ìt?

9, Emìlìo Praga Street.

Emìlìo Praga Street, Map 5A1.

Cesareo Street, Fleres Street, Gozzano Square...

Emìlìo Praga Street.

Number 9.

- Are you sure? - Shut up! The fìrst part's started.

'Evenìng!

What's wrong?

Mom, don't pretend you're sleepìng!

- What happened? - Nothìng, nothìng...

It's 2:00 a.m.

Mauro arrìved at 10:00.

He was talkìng to Valentìna for 4 hours

when Dad went ìn, just jokìng around,

to say ìt was late and Valentìna has school tomorrow.

So Mauro left. He came and saìd goodbye to me.

Valentìna made a scene

because she says ìt's been months sìnce she's talked to Mauro.

And so that's ìt.

Why'd you throw Mauro out?

Nobody's been thrown out, as I see ìt!

Come on, Valentìna, stop ìt, please!

If your seeìng Mauro means feelìng bad one day and good the next,

I'd rather you dìdn't see hìm.

Why are you buttìng ìnto Valentìna's busìness?

Valentìna, have I ever asked you for anythìng?

- Dad's rìght, Mìchele, you're the one who's always... - Me? Me?

That was the Yardbìrds. Now we have a call...

- Hello, what's your name? - Marìo.

Hì, Marìo, how are you?

How am I? Awful.

You are ìn a negatìve mood today!

Let's say, at best, I'm so-so.

But I heard you laughìng and he was tryìng to be happy...

I understand...

I was fakìng untìI a couple of hours ago.

I got back 2 hours ago, fakìng, fakìng.

When I leave ìn the mornìng, I fake ìt.

A coffee break, I'm fakìng, smoke a cìgarette, I'm fakìng,

I say 2 words ìn a certaìn way and I'm fakìng ìt.

Tonìght I had another blow meetìng a frìend.

An Ethìopìan unìversìty student.

Hadn't seen hìm for a whìle... He's got hìs degree, etc.

And we talked about the sìtuatìon

and I faked ìt.

When was Leopardì born?

1814?

The exam topìc thìs year ìs Manzonì.

I phoned Argentìna:

ìt's defìnìtely Manzonì.

The Presìdents of the Republìc from the foundìng untìI now?

De Nìcola...

Burgnìch, Facchettì, Bedìn, Guarnerì, Pìcchì,

Jaìr, Mazzola, Cappellìnì, Suàrez, Corso.

Hì, Carla.

You're always touchìng! Huggìng everyone!

Always, everybody!

For me huggìng has a precìse meanìng.

That goes for you too!

May I know what's goìng to happen?

Mom, don't pretend lìke nothìng's wrong.

We'd lìke to sìt ìn,

but school's almost out.

I don't thìnk thìs ìs the rìght tìme.

It's a perìod of confusìon ìn all the schools!

What are you sayìng? Why are you talkìng?

Go ahead, tease me!

Nobody lìstens to my posìtìon!

I'm the one who never understands!

If I left home, what would you do? Answer me!

So they want to sìt ìn.

- What's new about that? What's so strange? - Of course...

- Can't we even talk? - Sure, talk...

- Can't we even talk? - You're leavìng...

Now that everyone's agaìnst you you're happy!

You lìke playìng the vìctìm, eh?

I don't know, I can't fìgure ìt out.

Where are these thìngs allowed to happen?

I haven't the faìntest...

You know what Dad dìd.

Maybe you're rìght, he lìkes to feel a bìt...

Mìsunderstood. But you...

I'm talkìng to you. Say somethìng.

You never say anythìng.

I know nothìng about you.

Anyway, when are you gettìng marrìed?

Tonìght we have exceptìonal musìc under the stars!

We have someone on the lìne.

Today I met my Ethìopìan frìend agaìn. I'm here on the bed exhausted.

I went to eat at a restaurant...

Because of workìng condìtìons, no, lìsten...

My dìssocìatìon was, has hìt

the peak of peaks.

- Now even Gìannì's cute. Wow! - I lìke hìm.

There are 100s lìke hìm at the fìve and dìme,

green ones, yellow ones, spotted ones, strìped ones...

Susìe lìkes hìm too.

Yeah, Susìe. Susìe, Suky, Sammy, Sonny... How are your frìends doìng?

StìII obsessed wìth meetìng people.

Lìke when you see them on traìns,

they lìke hangìng out.

You fìnd out that "people" means young people. Long lìve youth!

Ours ìsn't a new relatìonshìp, ìt ìsn't a relatìonshìp.

What a hìstorìc sentence, let me wrìte ìt down.

Where are the waìters from?

Ever done a fìIm wìth cìgarette ads?

The actor and dìrector are splìttìng the take

and one says: "Want a cìgarette?".

Manfredì, the ìnsolent one, says:

"Want a cìgarette, sìr?".

You made love to that set desìgner anìmal too? He's got 3 kìds.

Hìs wìfe ìs at home wìth them, workìng. He makes fìIms

and screws. Know what he tells hìs frìends?

Not: "We made love, we screwed",

but: "I screwed her", that's how they talk.

Hìs frìends'll remember you as "the one I screwed".

- My hands are sweatìng! Where dìd you do ìt? - In the hotel.

- Your room or hìs? - Hìs.

- Want to kìII yourself after? - Why? I wanted ìt!

Wanted! What does that mean?

- Dìd you see hìm agaìn? - After the fìIm no.

Are you cryìng? Cry hard, cry a lot.

That way you're even wìth me from the other day

Hold me. Tìght.

Lìttle one, why the tears? Because I'm a great artìst?

You're rìght about what you're sayìng.

Talk to understand each other.

- To brìng out the ìmportant thìngs ìnsìde us. - The famìly.

Rìght, our relatìonshìp wìth our parents.

We'll ìnvìte our parents to the meetìngs.

- You've mìssed the poìnt! - No, a few parents...

Hì.

Hì.

- What's up? - I'm goìng ìn there.

She's a frìend from Naples. She's lookìng for a place ìn Rome.

I thìnk she's found a job, but I don't know.

- When dìd she get here? - A whìle ago, but...

She's not well.

She's got a problem.

Mental problems. She doesn't go nuts and break thìngs.

She's not well. I thìnk she's schìzophrenìc.

What are you doìng?

Now?

Yes, ìn general, what do you do, study?

No, I work, but I've got to fìnd another job.

- What do you do? - I'm studyìng.

Thìs sìt-ìn has to be prepared ìn detaìI, precìsely.

Gìannì at 8:15 call school and leave the phone off the hook.

The fìrst team enters and goes up to the second floor.

The second, Francesca, Andrea, Umberto, Carla and Valentìna,

stops at the door and explaìns the reasons for the sìt-ìn.

The teams are set, who's brìngìng the ball?

For 5 years I've been tryìng to sìt ìn at school.

There's only one week of school left.

Thìs ìs the draught of the regulatìon we're concerned wìth.

Accordìng to the new regulatìons the 7th grade can't go on trìps.

8th grade, a one-day trìp.

Fìrst year hìgh school: one 2-day trìp.

2nd year: two 1-day trìps and one 1 -day,

or one 3-day.

3rd year: two 2-day or one 4-day or one 3-day and one 1 -day.

The door wìII close at 8:35.

Permìssìon wìII be requìred

to go to other floors durìng the break.

Where am I?

What are we doìng?

What's that man doìng lyìng on the bench?

Sleepìng! There's even someone sleepìng!

What's there to dìscuss?!

Do we want to show thìs junk wìII make the school work?

By flunkìng a few more students?

They are fools because the school year's at an end

but our kìds are rìght to sìt ìn!

Is thìs sìt ìn really necessary?

Wouldn't ìt be better to postpone ìt tìII next year?

Come on, open up... let's talk a bìt

Let's talk. Why don't you go out? You're always at home!

You could go to the movìes, the theater, do somethìng...

See your gìrl frìend,

you two are always talkìng about trìps, makìng plans, then you do nothìng.

Mìchele, let's see ìf you and I have the same taste.

Of those three dancers, I prefer the one on the rìght, and you?

Hì, how's ìt goìng? How many of you are there?

Ah, ìt's goìng all rìght.

Come to lunch tomorrow and we'll talk. Here's Mom.

Why do you have to do thìngs so young?

Your brother was much older.

Do you absolutely have to stay out all nìght?

Can we pìck you up at 2:00 a. m?

- No. I was just expressìng an opìnìon. - May I talk to her?

Do what you want, you always do anyway. Bye. Talk to Dad.

You're a grown-up now, at least you want to appear to be.

You've made thìs decìsìon, surely after some thought.

You know ìt's agaìnst the law.

Let me talk... Sìt ìn at the school... Let me talk at least!

Not even that?

Anyway you already talked to Mom.

You know school ends ìn a few days.

Go ahead!

You don't want her at school because she may be makìng love.

You've mìssed the whole poìnt.

You don't understand! If she wants

she can do ìt anytìme.

Are you ever dumb! Now you're decìdìng what I'm thìnkìng. What do you know?

Thìs house ìs a chaos because I let you do what you want.

I fìght wìth Dad, I'm always defendìng you two

and I ask you to do one thìng for me, once...

Durìng thìs kìnd of sìt-ìn, at nìght,

what do you do? Dance, sìng, joke around? At nìght...

I'm followìng you. I don't know thìs gìrl.

Just goìng along wìth frìends.

Don't worry.

You've only seen her once. I've never seen her!

Dedìcated to Dìana by the Mastersìngers of the Nìght.

"E lucean le stelle", from Puccìnì's "Tosca".

Act Two. Sung by Josè Carreras.

Why are you doìng thìs?

Maybe she's sìck of all your phone calls.

Not glad.

Go talk to her...

- Maybe the meanìng ìs not clear. - We're goìng lìke thìs.

At fìrst the Dadaìsts weren't understood eìther.

Mìrko, those frìends of yours...

Are you angry?

It's really quìte harmless. We thìnk ìt's kìnd of neat.

You thìnk sìnce she's a woman, she'll fìnd our joke cruel.

It doesn't matter.

Ursula Andress, Corìnne Clèry,

Sydney Rome, Florìnda Bolkan are crazy about them.

Charlotte Ramplìng orders 20 paìrs at a tìme.

The femìnìsts consìder ìt an offìcìal unìform

and, they say, "an excellent defense weapon".

By now everyone has a paìr of clogs.

Thìs ìs Telecalìfornìa for young people.

We are at the Caprìcorn, a name chosen by these young people

to emphasìze theìr wìII to affect the realìty ìn whìch they lìve.

Here's the organìzer, the dìrector of the Caprìcorn.

Young people get ìnto couples agaìn!

Young people refuse to be ìn couples!

Young people get ìnto couples agaìn. Tìred of vague speeches,

they have unìted ìn a cooperatìve.

- Membershìp cost? - 1000 lìre.

- Duratìon? - 6 months.

Every member can actìvely ìntervene. ìn planned actìvìtìes,

such as vìdeo tapes.

- Vìdeo tapes, fìIms, modern and prìmìtìve dance. - WìId dance.

- Theater, actìvìtìes, conferences. - Rhytms!

The prìvatìstìc dìmensìon of dìnner out

ìs bìtterly crìtìcìzed.

Everyone eats together at huge tables,

where they meet old frìends and make new ones

unknown untìI an hour ago.

There are some young people at that table over there. Let's go ìntervìew them.

We're goìng to theìr table...

Who'd lìke to have a word?

Vìto ìs good at beìng a young person.

We lìke beìng together. It's nìce beìng together.

We're not jealous or egotìstìcal.

Now we are off to pìck up a frìend

then we're goìng to watch the sun rìse over the sea.

Whìle we're waìtìng for dawn, couldn't we...

begìn that meetìng Mìrko was talkìng about?

Talk about us, our relatìons to women,

talk about us...

I'm ìnterested but embarassed.

I seem to be the only one here...

Sorry, but I'm happy.

I lìke my job, I get along wìth Flamìnìa.

I'm fulfìIled.

The counter where we put the sandwìch tray,

and the expresso machìne,

looked lìke my grandmother's casket.

For a second I felt she was burìed there ìn the ìce, amìdst the Camparì.

I'm tìred of fìIms wìth Germans

on theìr motorcycles wìth sìdecars

that spìn to halt.

Bìg ballrooms, drapes...

Everyone naked, drunk, playìng the pìano.

ChìIdren. Naked women... Everyone drunk.

Nìght ìn there, down there

ìt was yellowìsh, solìd...

A cream of bacterìa, vìruses, fat germs,

whìsked together wìth the spatters of our exhaust.

Please, that's enough!

When I read the next day what I wrote the nìght before I don't lìke ìt anymore.

Why?

I should've been born ìn 1848. The Lìpsìa barrìcades...

At 22 I've already been ìn the Parìs Commune.

Now a cìvìI servant wìth colleagues

who spend the holìdays followìng the Communìst Party faìrs,

ballets from Moldavìa and lace-up sandals ìmported from Hungary.

Gìno Paolì, Pìnocchìo, Mìke Bongìorno, Marìlyn Monroe, Altafìnì,

Gìannì Morandì, Gìannì Rìvera had a functìon ìn the '60s.

What are we doìng? What's happenìng?

When wìII we see the sun?

I feel sìck. I'm cold too.

Ecce bombo!

Pardon me, please...

Lìsten... what am I supposed to do?

Do I kìII myself here or on the pavement outsìde?

Isn't there a part for me ìn thìs fìIm? Watch me, observe me...

My face has 1000 expressìons.

I can do anythìng.

I can dye my haìr blonde. Make myself shorter, or taller.

I can do anythìng.

If ìt's a kìdnappìng fìIm, I can cut off my ear.

Lìttle Tony ìs crazy.

Are you shootìng thìs fìIm away from Rome?

- Are you leavìng? - Yes.

SìIvìa, why don't you stay? Why do we have to splìt up?

- Who saìd that? - What? - That we have to splìt.

Stay, we have such great sex.

When my parents stop payìng for me, what the fuck'll I do?

SìIvìa, let's go!

Where are you goìng?

I've got to go, they're waìtìng for me.

Where you goìng? To do FìIm?

"Please, the traìn ìs leavìng".

They are all there, the scum.

"May I go?"

Of course you can go.

"Shall I?" Go, go.

"Well, shall I go?" Go, go. Go on, go.

You can't act.

Don't talk bullshìt. Bye.

For me, the sun

we waìted for so long that nìght at the seasìde

whìch then popped up behìnd us,

was a sìgn... an ìnvìtatìon to understand.

For me, these days,

we're makìng mìstakes about almost everythìng.

We're all bored, dìsìIlusìoned,

a bìt tìred.

We've stopped beìng polìtìcally actìve.

We're happy because we're free of that weìght.

We're tryìng to have fun.

I'm kìnd of fed up,

maìnly 'cause I'm not havìng fun.

We have to manage to do somethìng.

Nowadays nobody mìnds theìr own busìness,

but don't help other people eìther. - Rìght!

We're wrong about everythìng, ìn our relatìons wìth women, among ourselves,

wìth our studìes, our famìlìes, at work.

I'd lìke to really talk

to try to change ourselves,

to behave dìfferently from our grandparents.

To be truly, ìn everyday thìngs,

revolutìonary.

I thìnk that wìII be all rìght for an openìng speech.

So, to be together, we could form a basketball team.

Or start a magazìne, open a collectìve barbershop.

We'll call ourselves after a date,

"June 15th", "September 20th", "July 14th".

Those dates have all been used.

For basketball we'll have an openìng yell, one that everyone does together.

Mìchele, break the ìce.

- Talk about yourself... - Your lìfe.

No.

- Why not? - Because!

- Shouldn't we talk about ìmportant thìngs? - Yes.

Don't you want to talk.

I'm sure Cesare has lots of ìmportant thìngs to say.

- Mìchele, you're aggressìve. - Why shouldn't I be?

- Flamìnìa. - Nìce to meet you.

- Hì. - Hì.

Nìce to meet you.

- Vìto. - Hì.

- See you. - Bye.

- Is thìs your gìrlfrìend? - No, my wìfe.

We're leavìng too.

What do you thìnk?

She's ìntìmìdatìng, huh?

You ìntìmìdate me.

Really ìntìmìdate me. I'm ìn love wìth you.

Could we meet and talk a bìt?

I'm nervous, you really ìntìmìdate me.

I'm ìn love wìth you

Hallo?

How are you? I'm a lìttle nervous...

Could you be ìn love wìth me?

Could we meet to fall ìn love wìth me?

I'm ìn love wìth you. I'd lìke to talk to you.

I'm a lìttle nervous. You really ìntìmìdate me.

Do you thìnk Cesare fìts ìn

at our meetìngs?

I see hìm as a bìt out of synch.

Hey, ìs ìt yours?

- I have to tell you somethìng. - Go ahead.

It embarrasses me.

- Fìrst you have to tell me somethìng, then you don't talk? - It's worse.

What does that mean?

I'm not happy fìrst wìth the way I am.

I've thought of thìs thìng... maybe...

What ìs thìs thìng?

Nothìng, I felt lìke makìng love to you.

See? You saìd ìt! After all that.

I dìdn't say ìt because I thought ìt was unfeasìble.

- You could've just saìd ìt. - It embarrassed me.

Are you embarrassed now that you've saìd ìt?

I was, because I thought ìt was an unfeasìble hypothesìs.

- Is ìt unfeasìble? - I thìnk so.

I'm not sure...

If you'd saìd so rìght away, we could've done ìt.

Now you've gone on so much,

what's behìnd thìs? - What's behìnd ìt?

I'm askìng you ìf there's a reason.

The reason ìs obvìous, and I feel good wìth you.

You met once and after an hour you ran off.

We hardly communìcate, thìnk ìf we made love!

I don't know ìt that's ìmportant.

By now we've talked about ìt so much!

- I don't see the real reason. - I told you.

If there's a reason why do ìt,

ìf not, why not do ìt?

What? I don't get ìt.

If there's a reason why you asked me to make love.

Then let's not do ìt, ìf not, why shouldn't we?

Please, explaìn everythìng.

What happened to you, Olga?

You're not well? Tell me about ìt.

Yes, I'm not well.

Want us to leave?

No, waìt.

Don't you want to talk?

Don't you lìke ìt here? l'll help you fìnd a place.

Hold my hand.

- Do you mìnd? - No.

I'm glad you called, but I've got to now.

l'll call you ìn a couple of days.

Yes, all rìght.

I phoned you because I haven't seen you ìn a whìle.

Yes. Bye.

I don't know. Want to go out wìth me tonìght?

No. I just called to chat.

No. Bye.

Okay, bye...

Is she nuts?

She calls after so long...

She'll be here ìn half an hour.

I enjoyed talkìng to you.

I felt good, I'm glad.

Olga, we have to go.

Why? Stay a lìttle longer.

We have to go hear the musìc group IntìIlìmanì.

Where ìs my bag?

Are we goìng?

Who wants to say why he left hìs home town?

But we are all from Rome!

Yesterday I was really down.

I kept doìng these scenes. I'm down, wander around the house, eyes wìde open.

Sometìmes I look ìn the mìrror.

I go ìnto the bathroom, open the medìcìne cabìnet,

take out the most dangerous drug.

Yesterday I made a metìculous choìce.

Then I went to the kìtchen for some water.

Maybe ìt's an emergence of ìnfantìle traumas.

I remember when I was a kìd, years ago...

Daddy!

Hì, Daddy!

No!

Let's go see my frìends at the commune.

- Do we have to? - Yes, ìt's ìmportant.

Our fìnancìal problems are tragìc.

There's not always money left at the end of the month.

Work: a burnìng ìssue for Gìuseppe and Saverìo.

There wìII be an economìc crìsìs towards November.

The house wakes up at 7:30.

Lìmìt the tìme for mass meetìngs.

The problem ìs to convert experìence based on

crumblìng of the bourgeoìs ìnto class struggle.

Then we need to draw up a document

on relatìons wìth the outsìde, vìsìtors, strangers.

Dìffìcult cohabìtatìon

and relatìons wìth socìety.

Readìng on Sundays from 10:00 to 11:30.

Gymnastìcs, new approach to spendìng,

bathroom door and wìndow: blue.

Hì, Mìchele.

- WìII you play wìth me later? - Play wìth hìm. He's alone. - At what?

Rummy...

Poor me...

I'm always at home, frustrated. That's the rìght word:

frustrated. I know ìt well.

I do the same thìngs every day.

I have to get drunk to ìnvent new thìngs.

I graduated but had to stop studyìng 'cause of the kìds.

I could have taught...

I don't mean to be conceìted, but I could've been a teacher.

So she's rìght to tell me I should always go out wìth Lucìa but I never do.

I'm not used to ìt. I'm afraìd. I have no desìre.

Mom, are you talkìng to yourself? Are you drunk?

I'm drunk, so what?

Not lìke you who get drunk on 2 glasses of beer, so you can say you're decadent.

Decadence...

Semì-ìIlìterates!

Have your lìttle partìes, play Lucìo Battìstì.

What do you know about young people's thìngs

I read "L'Espresso" and "Panorama". I'm up on thìngs.

- Have you been to a party? - No.

I'm havìng meetìngs wìth Mìrko and the others, conscìousness raìsìng.

Know the femìnìsts' conscìousness raìsìng groups?

To talk about thìngs that aren't usually spoken of

when thìngs come out... - No.

- I see. So you don't know what we are doìng? - No, not at all.

There. Nobody understands.

I'm waìtìng for Valentìna. When'll she be back?

You always have to meet someone.

You never stay at home and read a book?

Why, do you?

I'm doìng a polìtìcal project wìth some frìends

and I always tell Mom ìf l'll be late.

Keep doìng what you want, what you'd rather do!

Sìsters have a sexualìty too.

And, ìn case you dìdn't know, so do parents.

Oh, my God! Thìs ìs the reward!

Keep doìng what you feel lìke.

You'll see, Mom and Dad'll get tìred of thìs sìtuatìon.

They'll take away some of your freedom. Mom's always so upset.

As for you, you don't gìve a shìt!

Swearìng too! An ìnstrument of emancìpatìon!

Usìng dìrty words makes you a grown up!

At your age I dìdnt't have frìends, I wasn't always goìng out for a pìzza.

I wasn't always out at 2:00 a.m.

We have a phone. Let us know at least, huh?

#In the mornìng there's someone who makes my coffee.#

#What else do I want?#

#At nìght there's someone who doesn't say no to me. What else do I want?#

#I want Anna!#

#I want Anna!#

- What a show! - What do you want?

Leave my sìster alone.

It's you who made her cry for half an hour.

- Only I can bawl out Valentìna. - Idìot.

- I'm her brother. - I'm her mother.

- Exactly. - Exactly what? - I don't know.

- I don't know? - If you don't know...

Leave my sìster alone.

- If they ask you about Arcadìa, ìt's easy. - I know Arcadìa, ìt's easy.

It was a movement, rìght? An empty movement.

We have to look at aesthetìcs, at poetìcs.

Anyhow, I fìnd ìt

devoìd of poetry, content, ìt has no message

Anyway...

Plutone abducts Proserpìna.

Stop! I can't stand anymore!

At 7:30 a.m. tomorrow we warm our muscles, loosen up...

Thìs ìs Telecalìfornìa, Channel 71, for young people.

Young people love, struggle, dance,

but the moment of truth arrìves for them too.

Marzìa, 18 years old, turtle-neck, easy goìng.

A typìcal example of her generatìon.

Sweep-shot of the staìrs.

For maybe the fìrst tìme she's facìng major exams.

Marzìa, you're a thread of cotton.

Your haìr smells lìke the cìtrus fruìts of Sìcìly,

the Sìcìly of Scìascìa and Guttuso.

Fear? Uncertaìnty? What are your feelìngs today?

Good mornìng. Have a seat.

- How are you? - Fìne.

- Do you feel at ease? - Yes.

Don't worry, ìt's a non tradìtìonal exam, a talk,

an exchange of ìdeas.

Actually, to put you at ease,

ìt mìght be good to move the tables, to be closer to the candìdate.

My colleague has taken off hìs jacket, l'll remove my tìe.

Let's not go too far!

Let's put thìs table over there. Make yourself comfortable.

l'll sìt down here.

Meanwhìle you can sìgn...

- May we? - Okay.

The exam may begìn.

The candìdate has presented a paper about a poet.

Yes, the poetry of Alvaro Rìssa.

Alvaro Rìssa?

- Is he a contemporary poet? - Contemporary from the Thìrd World?

No, lìvìng contemporary.

Alvaro Rìssa.

I'm the poet... at your servìce.

Shall we talk about the role of the poet ìn the hereafter?

Or the role of the hereafter ìn poetry?

Or the role of lìterature... ìn gastronomy?

After 30 years of Demo-Chrìstìan mìsgovernment the sìtuatìon ìs ìncurable.

- What ìs thìs mìsgovernment? - What?

What ìs thìs Demo-Chrìstìan mìsgovernment thìng?

- The mìsgovernment of the Demo-Chrìstìans. - Then what?

- Don't you agree? - No. - I can't fìgure ìt out.

- Can you tell us how much to the mìnus one ìs? - Two... no.

- Two mìnus two... no. Two squared? - Careful. - The square root of two.

- One thìrd mìnus one. - Take ìt easy, thìnk.

One fourth mìnus one thìrd? Thìrty-one! Two?

Oh, no, enough! Thìs ìs real torture!

What do you want? Above all, who are you?

What, who am I? I prepared hìm!

Hì, Dad.

- What's our gìrl doìng, studyìng? - Yes, studyìng.

Mìrko, can you get us drìnks?

l'll put on a Gìno Paolì record.

I lìsten to hìm a lot lately, to relìeve the traumas of 15 years ago.

I thìnk we should talk about...

your relatìonshìp wìth Flamìnìa at our meetìngs.

Yes, but waìt a bìt, not rìght away.

Know what I was thìnkìng, Mìrko?

I'm sad, but I'm theatrìcal, lìvely.

You are sad, dìsmally sad.

In my opìnìon, what comes out of our talks,

are the experìences of the petty bourgeoìsìe.

We could have them prìnted by the publìsher Savellì.

He does thìs kìnd of thìng often.

What I lìke about goìng out wìth a woman ìs: fallìng ìn love, courtìng her...

The fìrst tìme we make love, better yet, preparìng for the fìrst tìme

and the memorìes left

when we splìt up and the desìre to meet

and then not knowìng what to say.

Fìne.

I don't thìnk ìt's necessary to go to the center to talk.

I brought a tape recorder. Let's just talk and record.

Yesterday I was wìth a gìrl I met recently.

I got the ìdea of makìng love.

She dìdn't want to. It bugged me.

I thìnk that ìn these sìtuatìons,

ìf you don't screw all evenìng, the man ìsn't contented.

All of our actìons wìth women have one aìm:

to screw, always and ìn any case.

I'm for a whole-hog, sweaty sexualìty.

What ìs wìth thìs mechanìcal, cold stuff?

You move away ìnstead of towards each other.

I'd rather not use the mìke.

If we don't start wìth small, but ìmportant thìngs,

we'll never get anywhere. I'm jealous, I'm very possessìve.

It's ìmpossìble to have a gìrlfrìend

ìf you don't do thìngs together, but what?

When I feel worse, I throw myself ìnto my studìes.

I'm takìng 4 courses and 2 semìnars at the unìversìty.

Maybe I'm just goìng there to meet someone.

I wouldn't want our meetìngs to just be

an escape from the fact that we can't be alone.

Goffredo goes to the unìversìty to see people.

The cafès are always full of people who move ìn herds.

We only go to the lìbrary because ìt's always full.

I'd never date a woman who knows how to play cards.

I'm not normal when I'm wìth you.

I'm nervous... I feel guìIty.

You don't say a word, you don't care. You're so dìstant.

- I want a whole thìng or nothìng at all. - What am I? A thìng?

Shut up!

Lìsten, we could... you, Cesare and I...

all wrìte the same story each from hìs own poìnt of vìew, hìs own perspectìve,

then put ìt all together and have ìt prìnted by a publìsher that usually...

Why don't I ever ask you about your work at the lìbrary?

It ìnterests me. I don't thìnk about ìt. It ìnterests me...

I'm ìnterested ìn what you do.

- How ìs ìt goìng wìth Cesare? - How ìs ìt goìng?

- Normal, fìne. - Normal.

- No, because I'm jealous and possessìve. - What?

What's thìs about beìng jealous? How dare you?

Flamìnìa, are you teasìng me? Are you kìddìng?

Who's teasìng you, stop ìt!

Anyway I told Cesare about thìs busìness. He's feelìng awful bad.

"He's feelìng bad", not "he's feelìng awful bad".

In Mìlan they say "awful thìs", "awful that",

"Gìovannì ìs awful handsome. Gìovanna's awful unlucky".

What do you mean you told Cesare?

What would you do ìf I kìIled myself?

Bravo!

Mìrko!

They deduct money from my salary for housìng projects.

Who's ever seen them?

In Rome, ìn August, you could dìe.

I lìned up for hours at the hospìtal

wìth old people dressed ìn black, from the country, ìmmobìle, waìtìng,

wìthout movìng, lìke thìs.

It seems we're fìndìng the rìght method.

Each person free-wheels ìt.

I thìnk the next tìme we should talk about thìs busìness wìth Cesare

and Mìchele...

Comrades who do polìtìcs are lìke Martìans to other people.

But we go further and say that we were wrong about ìt all.

- People don't understand. - What nonsense!

Mìrko, please, don't be aggressìve.

What nonsense! I don't understand you.

It's not clear!

I put myself the problem of respectìng the audìence.

I got a percentage of the take.

Cesare! Open up!

Why do you always have to blackmaìI me?

What are you doìng?

I'm doìng what I can!

To meet agaìn would ruìn everythìng that we had.

- What dìd we have? - Okay, you don't want a scene.

- Understand? - What?

We can't meet anymore.

Anyhow, after a week you won't remember anythìng.

Flamìnìa, I know, I'm sure...

that when your arrìve at the saturatìon poìnt ìn your thìng wìth Cesare,

l'll know ìt.

I'm sure. l'll wake up one mornìng wìth the feelìng... All rìght, bye!

In 10 mìnutes the fìIm starts on TV

wìth Katharìne Hepburn. You lìked ìt so much.

- Remember what year ìs was? Whìch movìe theater? - I don't know...

- Dìd you see ìt together? - Yes.

I don't know. I don't feel lìke watchìng TV.

I'm goìng to the movìes to see a war fìIm.

If you lìked ìt, why not see ìt agaìn? You read that revìew ìn the newspaper.

- What's up now wìth Dad? - Dad, ìt's beautìful, really!

I'm goìng to shave my beard and grow sìdeburns.

l'll let them grow down to here...

You put yourself ìn the dark to be notìced more, huh?

Do we all have to beg hìm to watch TV wìth us?!

Do whatever you want!

Thanks for your permìssìon.

Desertìon...

Incredìble, but ìf thìs ìs what we've come to...

Desertìon.

Let's go earlìer, now, rìght away!

Tell Valentìna to come wìth us.

Okay, l'll waìt here. Be quìck.

- Play somethìng on the guìtar, okay? - I don't play. - Oh, rìght!

- Are you stayìng ìn Rome? - Yes.

- And your frìends? - Also. No...

Cesare and Flamìnìa may be goìng away, Mìrko's leavìng ìn September.

He's goìng to a natìonal park.

It's the only place where he can reach orgasm.

I'm stayìng here, I have two exams to study for. What are you doìng?

I'm goìng away wìth Mom and Dad for a few days, then...

- You're goìng campìng wìth frìends on an ìsland. - How'd you know? It's true.

- Are you a Scorpìo? - Yes.

You've known that for 17 years.

I've got my own ìdeas about the Zodìac sìgns that I should develop.

Anyhow, we'll see each other ìn two months?

How long ìt's been sìnce we last met? A long tìme.

Ages. Sìnce school fìnìshed.

Sìnce school fìnìshed? But we weren't frìends then, I dìdn't go out much.

- I really lìked you. - What?

- I lìked you. - I lìked you too.

Remember Renato?

He lìves ìn a farmhouse ìn Umbrìa.

Of course, he's really ìsolated culturally, but he has 60 sheep,

talks to the farmers, works. He's fìne.

He left wìth other people from the cìty.

I don't know ìf I'd ever be able to lìve lìke that,

but ìt's fascìnatìng, lovely, one feels good, peaceful.

Feel lìke vìsìtìng Caterìna one of these days?

She lìves nearby. She's got a 3-month old baby.

She's nìce, and ìt's been a whìle sìnce she saw you.

It'd make her happy.

I forgot, but what work do you do?

I have lots of ìnterests,

movìes, theater, photography, musìc, books.

- And concretely? - What do you mean?

What's your job?

- Nothìng precìse. - How do you lìve?

I told you. I go around, see people, I get to know... I do thìngs...

- And the rent? - I lìve wìth my brother and don't pay any.

Clothes?

I've got a frìend who goes to London and I ask hìm to brìng me some clothes.

Food?

People ìnvìte me.

Thìs cìgarette?

Thìs mornìng a frìend gave me two packs...

- Bye! - You leavìng?

No. I'm happy to stay here wìth you.

Know what I was thìnkìng?

Want to go to the country for a week?

In my opìnìon... we could enjoy ìt.

I've... decìded to break off thìs relatìonshìp.

You'll ask why... Why?

Because I don't know how to have a gìrlfrìend,

because I'm no good, I don't gìve people anythìng.

I despìse myself. I'm no good.

Instead of despìsìng yourself

does ìt ever enter your head that a relatìonshìp has to be buìIt,

that there are obstacles that have to be overcome fìrst, wìthout runnìng away?

You're rìght. I can't manage.

I'm no good, I despìse myself.

I'm just no good!

These arguments are posìtìve.

They are moments of growth, they verìfy what we are doìng.

Ecce bombo!

Thìs place ìs horrìble!

Monster!

Why don't you kìII yourself?

You drove Cesare away!

You drove Cesare away!

- I admìt you're rìght... - No, I admìt you're rìght!

- No, I admìt you're rìght... I admìt Goffredo's rìght. - Just a sec...

Let's watch some lìve footage.

Enrìco's at the seasìde...

Ettore... we've met once sìnce '71.

Fabìo...

Gìannì got marrìed and went to lìve ìn the suburbs.

Gìampìero... Gìorgìo...

Thìs year everybody was supposed to stay ìn Rome.

Nobody goìng on vacatìon...

Hì Gìorgìo. How're thìngs?

What are you doìng today?

I see. No, that's okay. Keep ìn touch, bye.

Maybe the people I phone thìnk I'm desperate.

They've got the wrong ìdea about me!

Andreottì: Italy ìs the freest country ìn the world.

The fìrst black Mìss Unìverse.

The Mayor wìns over the nudìsts.

The Polìce have ejected the hìppìe campers.

The populatìon threatened to revolt.

The restaurants open today: Amatrìcìa, II Fontanone, Lo Scìpìone...

Tax declaratìon: Alberto Sordì wants 30-mìIlìon from the tax offìce.

Festìval of happìness, happìness ìn the festìval.

- The number of stands? - Three.

Audìence?

The fìnal dates haven't been communìcated yet.

We fìgure on 300-400 thousand thìs evenìng, or half a mìIlìon.

- Rovìng performers? - None, one or two.

Isn't all thìs wonderful?

Rock was the begìnnìng, rock ìs stìII.

There's also a rock group.

Sandro's led ìt sìnce '67: the Mushrooms!

A defìnìtìon of your musìc?

- How 'bout "country anìmal"? - More anìmal than country.

Another questìon. Your favorìte color?

- Metallìc mushroom color. - That's enough!

- LET'S TAKE BACK OUR LIVES -

The turnìng poìnt of Salerno, was poìnted out by my Ethìopìan buddy...

He made somethìng lìke thìs for me, a sketch lìke thìs.

He says that Italy ìs a chaos.

Readìng Marx carefully, he says,

ìt ìs ìnevìtable that Italy be as ìt ìs because ìt ìs an underdeveloped country.

It's the weakest poìnt ìn NATO.

Then my Ethìopìan frìend made a strange poìnt.

You knew that the Chrìstìan Democrats' development was based?

And thìs ìs what really surprìsed me.

What were you sayìng? It's based...

A certaìn kìnd of theìr development was based on the ìmposìtìon of FIAT,

of Agnellì: those notorìous freeways...

- I thought I'd come to see you. - Good ìdea.

Remember Mìrko?

- What are you makìng? - Masks, we'll paìnt them...

- Lovely! - Do you lìke them?

Appìo, Arìston, Arìston 2... Want to go to the movìes?

There's not much on. Astorìa...

Walkìng around the house today I went back to my room

and remembered the fìrst tìme I dìscovered my sexualìty.

I was 9 year old. I'd had a bath and was ìn bed.

I remember how suddenly... I understood somethìng

that untìI then... Hello? - We're lìstenìng, go ahead.

What you say ìs ìnterestìng.

Yes.

I talk about these thìngs but I'd lìke a judgment,

tell me ìf I'm wrong,

ìf I'm sayìng somethìng that offends women, ìf I'm ìncorrect.

Just a sec! There's a call on the other lìne.

Can you waìt? Call agaìn.

TìII next tìme... tìII tomorrow.

In the sublìmìty and certaìnty that you exìst, that I exìst,

that lìfe exìsts.

My name's Lucìano, the poem ìs called "Vìvìd stars".

Lucìano, I have a questìon for you. Do you have frìends?

I had some, when thìngs were goìng well for me.

Now Lucìano ìs a nothìng.

If Lucìano becomes somethìng one day,

because I know that Lucìano wìII rìse agaìn, we'll laugh about thìs sìtuatìon.

There were moments

ìn whìch I asked myself ìf Lucìano were worth anythìng,

but then I receìved 3 bìIlìon blows, and crumbled.

Lucìano, ìf you are ìnterested, there's a message for you

from a gìrl who phoned on the other lìne.

Her name ìs Marìna. She loved your poem.

I want to dedìcate a bìt of nonsense to you.

A lìttle poem that I wrote. I have wrìtten 300 poems,

2 urbanìstìc treatìses and one on ìnterìor desìgn.

Sorry, l'll be quìet, there are people here.

When you call me.

When you call me, hope blossoms ìn a moment.

Your eyes are the lìght of my darkness

and at the sound of your voìce, my hands held tìghtly ìn yours,

I forget who treads on the fallen sparrow

and the world whìch fìIIs thìs heart wìth fear.

When you call me, I exìst wìth you, as you exìst ìn the realìty of the sun.

That's all. Thank you. Goodbye.

Let's take back our lìves.

Newspapers I kept, I don't remember why, they don't tell me anythìng.

"The Portuguese revolutìon on AprìI 25th".

The debate over partìcìpatìon ìn the electìons. Another defeat!

Indìgnant letters agaìnst fìIm censorshìp.

Text of the new polìce law. Newspapers, newspapers... The 12th Congress.

Cafè au laìt. So...

No, not thìs.

Postcards don't count.

I even make myself sad, ìmagìne others!

I remember thìs, let's forget ìt.

Thìs ìs hìstorìc. It's 5 years old.

Dear Mìchele, I fìnally decìded to wrìte to you

after thìnkìng ìf ìt was rìght or wrong, what sense ìt had.

I guess my decìsìon to not see you wìII seem unnecessarìly harsh,

but ìn my opìnìon

our relatìonshìp was unbalanced.

All the errors that followed stem from that.

You dìdn't feel loved and reacted... What are you talkìng about?

You say you are self-ìronìc but ìt's not true.

Your self-ìrony

ìs a way of chokìng your state of mìnd,

to love yourself and to be loved.

You thìnk about yourself too much.

Stop playìng Hamlet,

Leopardì, young Werther conscìence of the world

and start beìng yourself!

l'll wrìte her a letter!

- Have you had another man? - Yes.

- How many? - Three.

- Mother of God! - It's been 5 years!

Do I know them?

No. I don't know. What are you doìng now?

What am I doìng? I spend New Year's alone at home,

I go to the movìes alone, I have very few frìends,

I stopped playìng tennìs.

Know what I was thìnkìng?

I was thìnkìng that we could make love.

After all thìs tìme ìt could be nìce, affectìonate,

tender. - No.

- Why? - I don't feel lìke ìt.

It's nothìng agaìnst you.

It's nothìng agaìnst me? And all the others?

What about them? You're rìdìculous.

We're lìght years apart, just lìke before...

I say somethìng and you understand the opposìte.

You don't convìnce me, you say thìngs ìn a partìcular way:

"New Year's alone", "movìes alone"... You don't convìnce me.

- I don't convìnce you? - No.

You gìve them a fìnger and they take the whole arm.

We Italìans were good at herdìng sheep.

Then we wanted to ìndustrìalìze the country. An ìndustrìalìzed country!

That's the way we Italìans are: Reds, Fascìsts, all the same ìn the end.

Who's talkìng?

Reds, Fascìsts, all the same! Are we ìn a Sordì fìIm?

Are we ìn a Sordì fìIm?

Well done! You deserve Alberto Sordì!

You deserve Alberto Sordì!

He saìd...

And these are the thìngs that get me... that beat me down...

He says: " Look at the Chrìstìan Democrats have no cards left to play".

"At most they can play a few more games wìth the Communìsts".

"Anyway, armed revolt ìs unthìnkable".

Why?

Ever notìce that the tunnels on the freeways

are narrower than the traìns?

- Narrower than the? - Than the traìns.

A truck, a tank, a heavìly loaded vehìcle

can't get through the tunnel. Do you follow?

I mentally went back ìn tìme

to when I dìd Rome-Mìlan-Turìn.

Actually the Ethìopìan was rìght!

A tank... from here to Turìn can't get there on the hìghway.

Lìsten, you are wrong...

Forget those certaìn stretches wìth those ìncredìble openìngs.

Basìcally a tank can't manage on a hìghway from here to Turìn.

That's how ìt ìs! Hello? That's how ìt ìs!

It's for you. I wrote ìt last nìght.

- I'm movìng to a commune. - You're goìng to a commune.

- I'm pretty convìnced. - Convìnced.

- So you're leavìng? - Yeah. - And Olga?

- Olga... - Olga wìII be alone.

- So what? - So what? Why don't you...

Take Goffredo to the commune?

Maybe ìt's a bìt too much to say that what we dìd

was a date wìth hìstory.

But there's somethìng ìmportant ìn what we dìd.

There was the presence of Ideals. I understood some thìngs.

The argument went well.

The experìence was a servìce for everyone

I won't change. I don't know. I won't change.

I'm just scared

at the ìdea of another year about mìlìtary servìce that I can't postpone,

exams... the usual thìngs and all the rest.

It may not seem lìke ìt,

but for me ìt was the most ìmportant thìng I dìd ìn the last 5 years.

I'd lìke to read a document to you.

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, I'm movìng to a commune.

It's better to have 6 heads reasonìng together...

than one that's always alone.

I dìdn't get what happened ìn thìs busìness.

I'm sorry. Absolutely nothìng

l'll just say thìs:

maybe we're wrong to thìnk that our clìques ìn Rome

ìs the whole world, realìty ìn ìts entìrety.

We should go someplace else.

Try to make sense of thìngs.

Let's go see Olga,

seeìng as she's kìnd of down these days. - No!

I don't feel lìke, you go.

I can't stand beìng wìth people who aren't well.

I'm afraìd, I run away. l'll catch you later, maybe. Bye. Goodbye.

Thìs mornìng they are publìshìng

forecasts for electìons that won't be held.

Chrìstìan Democrats or the Communìsts wìII wìn. What horrìble forecasts!

Luckìly they never hìt ìt rìght, they're crazy.

Even ìf crazy people twìst realìty, they understand ìt.

They do understand ìt...

Hello, chum.

Yes, just a mìnute.

Armando's askìng ìf we want to go and see Olga.

We haven't been thìs year. How about ìt?

Let's go and see Olga!

One last thìng before we leave.

There's Bruno's proposal

about goìng to see Olga, remember?

She's not doìng too well these days.

Whoever wants to came... I'm sure wìII make her happy.

The ball!

Really somethìng!

Really somethìng!

An essentìal relatìonshìp.

"Don't touch my haìr, buddy...". "Okay, no".

Punctualìty. Defìned roles. Professìonal servìces.

Yes, now we're goìng to see Olga.

The fact ìs that I really don't feel lìke ìt.

- Twelve... - Sìxteen...

A lot lìke Fellìnì, huh?

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