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I AM HAPPINESS ON EARTH

-So? -Let's see.

Is it bad?

It's just a light sprain.

It's nothing serious. But we'll do an ultrasound, just to be safe.

To rule out a torn muscle.

Honestly, I don't think it's torn.

But we'll do it so you don't worry.

However, you must do some physical therapy.

In three or four weeks, you'll be able to go back to rehearsals.

Be patient.

Stop rehearsal!

-Let's do it like this. -Should we bring Ms. Contreras?

-Yes, please. -Johnny, do you copy?

Thanks!

I have to go.

Bye.

Yeah, that's him. They say he likes dancers.

That's why he's doing this documentary.

To see if he finds a protagonist for his next movie.

And now you're injured... Tough break, huh?

But, seriously, how are you doing?

Better.

The doctor says that at this rate, I may go back to rehearsals in a month.

That's good.

Hey, are you coming tonight?

Invite him.

Let's go.

I know a rehabilitation center,

but I don't know if you can afford it. It's quite expensive.

I don't know.

There's a doctor there that can work miracles.

If you want, I can give you the details tonight.

Okay.

And what's your name?

Your friend didn't tell you?

He says a lot of things,

but never anything important.

And you?

Me?

I try to.

What's your name?

Mine?

Want some?

Where's your friend?

In the bathroom, I guess.

Look, this is Sunny.

Hey, how's it going?

I'll see you around.

Look... over there, that's where the hustlers stay.

We should look for one.

-What for? -Just because.

Come on, let's go.

Hi.

My friend and I are looking for your services.

What do you say? Are you in?

-Both of you? -Yeah, both of us.

We're celebrating. It's his birthday.

Okay, but it'll cost you $800.

Eight hundred? But anything goes, right?

Anything. Except freaky stuff.

You pay for the hotel.

But yeah, anything goes. It's all about having fun.

We need to go to an ATM. We'll be right back.

Can you wait here?

-How much do you have? -We'll be right back, don't move.

What was that all about?

I just want to be with you tonight.

I didn't know dancers liked movies.

I didn't know filmmakers liked dancers.

You're so silly.

Look.

Here.

It's yours.

Octavio...

What?

Nothing.

I love you.

-You're awake. -Your alarm wouldn't stop ringing.

What?

I completely forgot.

-What are you going to do? -I don't know. I have nothing planned.

Why don't you wait for me? We can do something later.

How much longer, Julio?

I'm thinking 20 minutes.

No, more than that. Fifteen for the dolly.

-That much? -Yeah, 15 minutes.

Approximately. So it comes out good.

If you want, we can talk later.

Hi, how are you?

Fine. I'm working.

Yeah, totally.

You'll wait for me then?

I don't know. I hope so.

I mean, if I make it, great. If not, well...

We can have dinner later. What do you think?

Hi.

What? Are you waiting?

What are you going to watch?

Look.

Hey... have you got a light?

I'm Sunny. Don't you remember me?

We met at Andrés' party.

Well, I saw you there. You don't seem to remember.

Sure, I do. You sing, right?

Hi.

-You're late. -I barely made it.

How are you? Are you watching the same thing?

Octavio!

Who is that?

L'amour.

What time are you off?

Not sure. Early, I hope.

If not I'll call you, so we can meet up tomorrow.

All right. Tomorrow then.

He was all over you. Don't play hard to get.

He was totally flirting with you.

Hey, that's Octavio.

Yes, that's him.

Octavio?

Octavio!

-Yeah, he's feeling awful. -I don't know what to do.

Get a little closer.

You're already here.

Okay.

Hey, let it go.

He doesn't reply to your texts, nor answers when you call.

What more do you need?

It's over.

Leave this one. I like it.

This one's better.

I'm about to change

Fire in words

It's time to pull back

My wings and go home

Are you coming out of there?

I'm leaving.

Are you all right?

Open up!

Give me my money. I have to leave.

Hey, what's going on?

Welcome to Cinema Crítica.

We're here today

with filmmaker Emiliano Arenales Osorio,

and we'll be talking to him for a few minutes.

How are you, Emiliano?

Thank you so much for letting us come to your set,

where you're shooting your new movie.

I'd like to start this interview by asking you what you think,

what's your opinion on marriage,

especially now that people talk so much about gay marriage?

For me, marriage is...

Hey, it's me.

I'm done, finally.

Want to meet up?

I hope you're free.

Well, I'll call you later.

First of all, I think it is a form of cohabitation

that I consider to be very artificial.

I make movies so that people who are going through a marriage in crisis

can see them and ask themselves why they keep living this way.

I think it's much healthier for these couples

to end their marriage.

That seeing these movies, helps them end their marriage.

After marriage, things start going downhill.

Besides, marriage is not a must to make a relationship work.

Have you ever considered doing a movie...?

Let's examine you.

-The next guy is called Octavio. -All right. Perfect.

-Should I bring him in? -Okay.

Octavio?

Come in, please.

Whenever you're ready.

"This is a recording," I hear myself say.

Please, leave a message.

There's no one here.

A voice in me says, "I'm not here."

I listen, but I'm not here.

I'm a hollow place listening to itself say nothing.

A mumble. A hole.

A body. Me...

naked like a saint pierced by arrows.

Forgotten on this empty shelf.

An empty saint on the shelf,

on display in the window,

or in the frozen food section in the store.

Frozen meat going bad.

Me.

I break the void to find you.

I break the gap to open a hole where I fit in.

Me.

To breathe.

To break the silence.

To yell.

To be a howl.

Until I become somebody else.

I just want to say...

There's no one here.

I can see myself in a long corridor.

I go forward.

I follow the thread of a voice that will lead me to where the echo of my voice

does not have a circular movement where I lose myself motionless.

They can destroy us

They can destroy us

And if tomorrow I don't exist

I want to be able to say

At least I made it

And if tomorrow I don't exist

I want to be able to say

At least I made it

And if tomorrow I don't exist

I want to be able to say

At least I made it

And if tomorrow I don't exist

I want to be able to say

At least I made it

Solar spores float through the room.

And if tomorrow I don't exist anymore

Sometimes I feel suffocated,

like I'm out of air.

From my voice...

not even a small shriek comes out.

Solar spores float through the room.

Sometimes I feel like I don't have a face.

There's no one here, and I see myself looking at her.

As if she were an exotic landscape...

full of riddles underneath her clothes.

Answers written backwards.

Her body is synonym of softness.

A door.

Maybe an exit.

Your eyes are searching for nothing.

But here I am...

the shadows of my touch go towards you.

-I hear words. -Caresses.

I hear words, like skin caressing skin.

-Like flesh. -Empty flesh.

I hear my voice like a string,

like a circle saying, "Fill me."

Let me fill you, so I can be someone else in you.

-Words. -Pleasure.

Touch me.

With you, it's a different touch.

A different color.

A different sound.

Naked...

like a saint pierced by arrows.

-Concave. -On my knees.

-Convex. -Touch me.

-Fill me. -Fill me.

Touch me.

Fill my name with your body.

Guide me.

-Take me with you. -To your lips.

Your lips of hunger.

-Hunger. -For spreading out.

Someone else.

-To be somebody else. -Not being here.

There's no one here.

We're not here. Listen.

Lips of hunger.

Hear my voice say hunger.

On my knees.

Spread out.

Spread your legs, do it.

The lips.

-Speak up. -Hunger.

Spread out your body.

Take me away from my body.

-Talk to me. -Recognize your friction.

A touch.

Of words.

I hear a word from my voice.

-Pleasure. -Your voice.

This is my body.

Look at it.

Ask me how much it costs or what you should do to have it.

Trick me somehow, plot something and conquer me.

If you reach me, I can take you to new places...

new touches. New words.

To a place behind the word "affection".

Come on.

Let's go.

Caress yourself through me,

through my touch that entangles with yours.

Come inside me.

Now I'm the one who has you.

Come on.

Loosen up.

I'll take you.

I hear the flesh.

Your insides open up until they darken the touch.

I hear the flesh sticking and rubbing.

I sin with roughness, with my hand on your chest.

My chest is thinking about your messy hair.

My story is this apartment, this room.

I don't know, I can't remember who was here.

There's no one here.

New shapes of corpses, just in case.

Fresh meat, expensive clothes.

Empty bottles and broken glass.

Music.

At least an echo.

I hear my voice drawing the word "hole".

I imagine.

I imagine myself lost amidst colorful trash.

Buried under tools of yesterday.

Drowned amidst colorful plastic cups.

Then shouting.

My shout would break my head to save me.

A hole, a body. Me.

Naked like a saint pierced by arrows.

Forgotten on this empty shelf.

A shout that no one hears.

Cold skin, open mouth.

You, the peak moment of a party, which I can't remember.

To be somebody else.

To be you.

To have your name on my body.

To be your body.

An empty and shiny body.

New. Fake.

There's no one here. My voice is here.

To be somebody else.

To be you.

I'll have the same name as yours, and we will be like death.

A hollow voice saying, "Pleasure."

Shouting. Flesh.

Your eyelids spread out.

And the circles of your iris spin.

Your mouth gets closer to mine.

Just by looking, you're inside.

Come.

Dos Entre Muchos a film by Emiliano Arenales Osorio

Emiliano.

How long will you take?

Okay.

-Jazén? -Hi.

Come in.

-Do you live here? -Yes.

Did you see this movie?

Did you see it?

Yeah, I did.

It's not that great, huh?

What did you think?

I liked it. I saw it with some friends who hated it.

They don't understand arthouse movies.

Actors have no dialogues, and the movies are super long.

-But yeah, I liked it. -Well, look...

That's good.

And what do you do?

-I'm taking off your shirt. -Oh, silly.

What do you do for a living? Why do you have all this?

That's what I do.

-You're an actor? -No, not at all.

Are you a producer or something?

Let's just say...

I direct. That movie is mine.

You're Emiliano?

-I thought you were older. -Older? Why?

Well, I don't know.

You're famous.

Famous?

Everybody saw your movie.

Are you really him?

Yeah. I told you when I called you, remember?

Well, nobody says their real name here.

Is that so?

What's your real name then?

That will cost you more.

Do you have to go?

No, it was just a friend.

I didn't tell him I was here. He was just worried.

Now what?

Oh, sorry.

I can stay if you want. I'm free all day today.

That sounds perfect, but I don't have that kind of money.

Don't worry.

We both suffered

And we managed to overcome

The forces of adversity

Together we finally have

A joy that reaches

A love that is real

Two, we are two

Only the two of us feeling

A love that is real

In our hearts

Take a look, Jazén.

Which one is better?

This one.

Yeah, maybe.

Here.

Look what I found the other day. I'm sure you can use it.

"A bald man goes out for a walk and sees a beautiful young man,

who gives him a big hug. They go on a lovely walk for an hour,

and the bald man feels the urge, the sudden need

to be very kind to the young man.

He had noticed this before, but it was real this time.

It's wonderful.

'You're my sunshine, my treasure.

Come. Let's go to a hotel.

You can give me five or ten marks,' says the young man."

You could make a movie with this.

With what?

What ad?

Yeah, I know. But not right now.

Because.

Okay, take care.

Jazén?

Thank you very much for accepting this...

Hi, I thought you had left.

I'd like to know what you think,

what's your opinion on marriage?

Especially now that people talk so much about gay marriage.

For me, marriage is...

First of all, I think it is a form of cohabitation

that I consider to be very artificial.

I make movies so that people who are going through a marriage in crisis

can see them and ask themselves why they keep living this way.

After marriage, things start going downhill.

Besides, marriage is not a must to make a relationship work.

Would you consider doing a movie about this?

Your vision about the failure

-of marriage as an institution? -Shall we?

Maybe, just to show my point of view.

To show how it falls apart, right?

And to show it in a fair way...

-Now what? -Nothing.

Don't you have to leave?

Jazén!

Where are you going?

I'm going to school. My class starts at ten.

Jazén!

Forgive me.

"Class won't start until Contreras leaves."

In all of Mexico.

Why did they hate me? I'll never know.

You know what? I didn't like it.

I didn't like it.

It's as if...

It wasn't what they were doing before, nor what I asked for.

There's no truth in that.

When you pretend to cry in the whole play,

everything is planned. It's all fake.

I've been thinking about what you said and honestly, I'm...

I'm really trying. Right now, we're...

Yeah, but we're not letting our emotions go into our bodies.

I've been waiting for a long time

to be accepted by the Mexicans.

But since I wasn't, I received a contract from Canada.

My strict methods drained them, instead of motivating them.

It's partially my fault.

I know it is. I must be honest with them...

Hi.

-How are you doing? -Not good.

The entire body is hurt, when you're like this.

You're not pretty.

You don't think about people looking at you.

Use your mind, your feelings, and your body.

Your body is what speaks to the audience.

You never told me why you called me that day?

What do you mean why I called you?

Yeah, why did you call me?

You can sleep with anyone you want

because of your job and the people around you.

Why would you say that?

It's obvious you can do that.

Hello?

Dork.

And you didn't tell me why you called me

after the first time we saw each other?

Hello?

Who is it?

When?

I don't remember.

It was a while ago, wasn't it?

Well, yeah. Not anymore.

As you can see, people change.

Really?

You'd have to be very convincing.

Octavio.

I heard about your show.

I decided to drop by.

I think it's the first time I've seen you dance.

Yeah, it's the first time.

But I'm glad you came.

I called you a bunch of times.

You never answered.

So, I just gave up.

I think we have to go.

Sure, let's go.

Forgive me.

Forgive you for what?

Everything.

I followed you, I loved you.

I made you suffer a lot.

I forgive you,

if you forgive me.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I want to be with you.

-What's going on with you? -Nothing.

-I thought you didn't use this anymore. -No, I couldn't fall asleep.

Well, sleep then! You don't need anything else.

Where are you going this late?

I've got things to do.

I'll see you later.

Who is he?

We had nowhere else to go. I told him to come here.

Is he paying you?

-Why do you want to know? -Who is he?

Look at him.

Tell him to leave.

-Why? -Tell him to leave.

It's all right.

Hi.

We both suffered

And we managed to overcome

Forces of adversity

Together we finally have

A joy that reaches

A love that is real

Two, we are two,

Only the two of us feeling

A love that is real

In our hearts

Two, we are two

Only the two of us

Fighting

To reach the fire of passion

You, just like me

Just like you, I, too...

This path led me to excess. Look at me.

I am the same person that was screaming. -Rojo