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Gina Pane's self-mutilations
immediately got very negative reactions
from the public.
Hello.
Hello.
Is this the life-drawing class?
Yes.
It started ten minutes ago. Get outta here!
Really? I'm sorry.
No, I'm messing with you.
But we have a tradition here.
Everyone poses.
And as you're the last to arrive
As the body has jettisoned
its dimension for canonical representations
of classical esthetic categories
it has become a medium for reflection,
but also for subversion.
Keep still!
THE DREAM LIFE OF DAVID L.
Sorry. You scared me.
Hi, I'm David.
Sorry...
to show up without warning.
I'm only starting my term today.
I'm Fred.
I'm glad to have a roommate.
Where do you think you are?
That's better. Go and sit down.
So...
Walter Gropius published the Bauhaus manifesto,
in which he announced the school's vocation:
The ultimate aim of all visual arts is the complete building.
We all must return to the crafts for art is not a profession.
You, the new one.
What can you tell us about this?
I think that, in the school,
each workshop was run by a Werkmeister,
a master craftsman,
and a Formmeister, a master of design.
Not bad.
Could you name any painters who were Werkmeister?
As I remember...
Paul Klee and Oskar Schlemmer?
I think Schreyer was a Werkmeister
of the stage workshop.
Bravo!
Hi, Fred.
How was your day?
We'll see.
It was pretty heavy for a first day.
I thought art school was cooler.
- Isn't posing naked cool? - What?
Word gets around real quick here.
Yeah!
That'll follow me around.
I met this girl today.
She invited me to a party.
To a party? Why?
She's not bad at all.
And you know what?
I think I'm in with a chance.
That's good.
That's very good.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for the cafeteria.
The cafeteria?
What a funny idea.
Didn't I see you this morning?
It was more like I saw you.
OK.
I'm coming.
Where have you been?
And who's this guy?
The new one I told you about.
Big dick!
Cut it out, Ben.
You're so unsubtle.
Want a drink, man?
Sure, a beer.
Sarah, get a brew for Big Dick!
Don't listen. They're assholes.
Thanks.
Ben puked on the Principal's shoes
at the freshman reception.
Forging bonds!
Ben, did you see Bob? Are we gonna party or what?
Yeah, don't worry. I've got what we need.
Hey, Big Dick.
The guy you gotta know here is Bob.
Bob? Bob who?
Sponge Bob?
You're dumb... But you're funny.
I'm Audrey.
David.
It'll be OK, it'll be OK...
- What are you doing here? - Me?
You're a funny guy!
Cleaning up your shit, as usual.
It won't clean itself.
They need Bob to wipe their ass.
Come on!
Don't just sit there. Give Bob a hand.
- Good morning. Sorry. - It's getting to be a habit.
As you're late
we'll hear about your project first.
What'll your masterpiece be?
- I'll do a series in oils. - A series in oils?
You really are late, aren't you!
OK, the class is over.
I want your sketches on my desk by the end of the week.
Wait, David.
We'll talk about it later, Laura.
Here. The key to your studio.
Building L.
Are you OK?
Who was that maniac?
Shall I take you to the infirmary?
Leave me alone! Who asked you?
Take this.
What are you doing here?
I'm looking for my studio.
I think I'm lost.
Let me see.
It's not here at all.
He made a real mess of you.
Shut your mouth
Well...
This is my place.
Your studio is two floors lower down.
At least you won't be disturbed.
Fuck!
Is it a cellar?
What were you expecting?
I'll get my daughter to show you.
You'll never find it.
Claire, come here!
It's OK, I'll find it.
She's got nothing else to do.
Claire, where are you?
It needs tidying up,
but there's plenty of room.
Don't you think?
Yeah, but...
There's no light. How can I paint in a cellar?
If there's no light, get some. I can help you.
Yeah, you're right.
I'll stop complaining.
Before, I'd have done anything for a studio like this.
What did you do, before?
Law school.
Law? How did you end up here?
What do you do here? Are you a student?
No, I look after my dad.
It's real nice talking to you, you know.
Since I got here I've met lots of weird people.
Like my dad?
No.
You had me going there!
No, I was thinking of the guy who beat him up.
He doesn't just hang around with artists.
And you?
Why not take a room, huh?
Don't mind Bob!
You know everyone already. That's neat.
Yeah, the pick of the school!
Stop it, Franck.
Audrey's fine.
You're right.
But her friends are the bottom of the barrel.
What do you think?
I don't know. I don't really know them.
You really don't sit on the fence, do you?
I invited David to my party.
That's a good idea.
You could bring little Audrey.
But not her pet chimps!
I had a dream last night.
You were in it.
Really?
It was a really weird dream.
You were painting my portrait...
and...
and my dad...
was furious.
Fred, I've got my studio!
Get to work, artist!
Well, do you like it?
It's...
It's incredible. I don't know what to say.
"Thank you"
would be a good start.
Can I ask a favor?
Whatever you want.
I'd like to be the first to...
Yes?
To pose for you.
Yes.
That's a great idea.
- Shall we start now? - Now?
- It's too static! - Do you want me to...
No, you're fine, it's me.
I can't put any movement in my drawing.
You know that the reason you were able to capture me
is because you're like me, Greg.
Exactly like me.
No, I'm not like you! I'm not a Goth!
In any case,
if you want to find our friend...
We didn't rehearse much. We did it pretty quickly.
No, you're great. You're really scary.
- You're good at flattery. - No, I mean it.
Fred, come and see this.
This is great.
Who's Fred?
Fred?
It's complicated.
Is the painting coming along, then?
- Yeah, we're working at it. - That's good.
- Can I see? - No!
It's not finished.
I don't like showing unfinished work.
I get it.
Crafty, huh, artist guy?
Hey, Fred. Going to Laura's party?
A certain Claire was here earlier.
Who?
Claire.
But I didn't open the door.
She's expecting you at the studio. Tonight.
David, about time! We're behind schedule.
Behind schedule?
There's still lots of stuff to get ready.
Have you ever kept bar? Say yes.
- No, but how hard can it be? - You're a sweetheart!
So... the bar's over there.
As for the bottles, just ask Daddy.
Action!
The bar…
- Are you the barman? - Hello.
No time to lose. It's all in the cellar.
Move it, then!
Is this a bar or self-service? I had to serve myself.
Franck, we can always count on you
for nothing at all!
I don't have David's skills.
Outside of modern art, I have two left hands!
You're the famous David?
Fine.
Fine, we'll leave you to your work.
You scored some points there. Don't change a thing.
Thanks, David.
You're great. Everyone loves you.
Yeah, I'm getting the hang of this.
I'll get someone to take over for you.
In my room.
Thanks, David. Don't change a thing.
- Calm down! - Oh, yeah?
I'm not your lackey!
You can all go fuck yourselves,
shitheads!
Very good, thank you.
I think that's all, Francis.
No, there's still David.
David?
He has something to show?
Yes.
He joined us mid-term.
I don't want to waste your time, my dear Pierre-Henry.
We've come this far.
We can see one more.
David. Your turn.
What are you waiting for?
How about lunch?
No, I'm behind schedule. The exhibition's in two weeks.
I have loads of work to do.
Not even a coffee?
Do you know the chicken dance?
What happened to you?
I think I drank too much coffee.
Here's my exhibition speech. The layout needs looking at.
At your service, David.
Thank you.
"The layout needs looking at"!
Little bastard!
What now?
I hear you've been sick.
Better now, I hope.
In any case... I'm real pleased to see you.
Your new studio's good.
Plenty of light.
I've missed our sessions together.
Exactly. What do you think?
About what?
My new pictures.
So, David...
When I'm away your admirers come running?
OK, Claire?
I didn't know you liked paintings.
Unless it's the painter.
Cut it out, Laura.
I'm only teasing.
Just to remind you, David, that we're going out tonight.
I want to dance!
Going already?
- I hope it's not because of me. - No.
In my room.
David?
What are you doing?
Come here, I'm cold.
Be right there.
David?
If you want to talk, just say so.
Sending those videos is sick!
I'm gonna have a word with this bastard!
What did you think, you scumbag?
You'd screw Bob's daughter and walk away?
Cocksucker!
Well, no. It's Bob who calls the shots.
Listen to me, Picasso.
Get me two thousand euros for tomorrow,
or I'll reveal all to your girlfriend,
the Principal's little whore!
I can seriously fuck up your new life!
Get outta here,
you piece of shit!
What happened?
Not everyone's a fan.
Let's patch you up.
Usually, I play doctors and nurses in my bedroom!
I've seriously fucked up.
I slept with a girl and...
And now you don't know how to ditch her.
No, not at all.
I did ditch her...
for someone else,
and now I'm in deep shit.
How deep?
Look, David...
How can I help?
Can I sleep here tonight?
I don't have a sofa but you can have the bathtub.
Very funny!
Got my present?
- How do I know there are no copies?
- You have no choice.
You have to trust Bob.
- Is that a problem? - No.
Here.
In the camera.
I do weddings and christenings too!
Dinner at Daddy's tonight.
Fuck!
Do we have to go?
- What's wrong? - I don't want to see anyone!
What are those marks on your face?
They're nothing.
I just have to be more careful.
Forgive me.
I'm sorry.
I don't want to cause you any pain.
Let's go for dinner at your dad's.
I'm really pleased to see you, darling.
You know, David...
Laura was always a jolly child.
And tonight, thanks to you,
I've found that child again.
David, what are your intentions as regards my daughter?
Well, you know...
I have to get my exhibition ready.
I think I'll have a clearer idea after that.
You understand...
that to me...
she's still my little girl.
And you're older than her.
I nearly forgot!
I have a surprise for you.
Shall we go through?
You two go. I'll make the coffee.
After you, David.
Have a seat.
Home cinema is always really effective.
The quality isn't great,
but I can see how you've progressed.
You're doing performance art now.
See you at your exhibition!
I gave you your fucking money!
Motherfucker!
Why did you do it?
Why?
Stop it! Stop it!
Claire!
Leave me alone!
What are you gonna do now?
Take the camera and go.
- Will you get your paintings? - What's the point?
You're not going back to law school?
Can you spin round?
Like that?
However you like.
I feel like dancing.
Go ahead.
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