All language subtitles for Castillos.de.cartón_2009.DVDRip.en

Tomasol Films, Castafiore Films,
Agrupación de Cine zero zero three present:

with the participation of TV Channel Plus
Spain, under the patronage of the Generalitat

Valenciana, and with the support of the
Institute of Cinematography and Arts,

with funding from the
Instituto de Credito Oficial

Adriana Ugarte

Nilo Moore

Biel Durand

in the film -
Studies in Threesome

Cast: Pepa Perdoce, Alfonso Torregrosa

Christian Magaloni, Javier Aguayo

And others.

Cinematographer: Theo Delgado.

Music - Pascal Gainet.

Based on the work of the
same name by Almudena Grandes.

Executive Producers: Mariela
Besuevski, Javier Lopez-Blanco.

Producer: Gerardo Herrero.

Directed by Salvador García Ruiz.

Dedicated to Lola Marcelli and Tony Miso.

Thank you.

I think these cubs are just crap.

You are watching an adventure film. And
suddenly it turns into Sesame Street.

And to boot, they start singing...

Ta-ra-ram. Terrible.

This guy is a genius, buddy.

I'm simply delighted.

And when they take that
bad guy's helmet off, his

head is like a hard-boiled
egg, and he starts crying.

Oh, don't tell me, I
want to see this victim.

But, like Sesame Street,
there are just more idiots.

The fact that Darth Vader turned
out to be Luke's father is brilliant.

The entire trilogy ends with a mystery,
and the key to it will be in the sequel.

- Will they make a sequel?
- Yes, not in life.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

This is Mickey's room,
our personal drug dealer.

It never happens.
But you see - he has excellent hashish.

And there, in the back, is the kitchen.

And this is the living room.

Welcome

I can't stand Angulo
and his naked prostitutes.

And all this nonsense is that he catches gestures...

and then this guy draws all this pork!

Looks like suspended
pieces of pork. Oh my God!

There is no need for all these perversions,
you just need to write better, right?

He writes poorly.

That's why there are perversions.

He's jealous of you.

He doesn't write that bad either.

You just write really
well and he sees it.

Zapatitos can't stand him either.

I heard he recently went out for a drink
and after three glasses he lost his mind.

Unbearable!

- Excellent hash, isn't it?
- Yes.

You'll soon get hungry.

You are an obnoxious girl, Josita.

Don't talk nonsense!

He doesn't talk.

Clearly this is not nonsense.

It's a compliment.

Don't call me Hosita.

Don't you like it?

No.

Zapatitos is crazy.

But he's great.

I like his work.

And recently...

he glued the squirrel's skull to
the canvas that he will never finish.

Where does he get all this?

Don't know.

I think it's in the village.

He goes away for the weekend and
then brings back stones and other stuff.

He's really funny.

OK.

I'll go out for a minute,
I have something to do here.

Leave it alone, Jose.

It's always like that with me.

I don't know why this is, but I can't.

I'm sorry.

Well? How did it go?

Lousy, right?

Just as I imagined.

Don't worry.

I can handle this in no time.

Did you plan this?

- Yes.
- No.

You fucking planned this.

Well, I expected this to happen.

Come on, it’s a tragedy for me too.

Marcos, you told me. I knew.

But you yourself told me
to try with different girls.

So what do we have now?

That's it.

I did you a favor, admit it.

I did it once for
myself, but once for you.

All three of them had fun, right?

We've never had it so
good. Isn't that right?

Think about it, boy.

Maybe this is the way out of the situation.

I take full
responsibility, you relax.

You will overcome your fear
that you will not succeed, and

you must do this, because with
all my modesty, I never fail.

In the end, you just have to get hard.

At least stand up.

What does this have to do with me?

And you are the best part.

You are the most important thing.

Because I really like you.
More than him.

But if it weren't for him, you
would never have slept with me.

How would you know?

I know. I've known everything for a long time.

Girls always choose him.

That's why I need cute friends
- I pick up their scraps.

Yes, I'm a vulture. So what?

Am I to blame for this?

I also want to be ninety meters
tall, beautiful, like Praxiteles.

But I wasn't so lucky.

Although I got an excellent unit.

Isn't it?

You're such a jerk, Jaime.

I really like you too, Jose.

So much so that I
dared to try it with you.

I watch you hug him
and it turns me on.

Hello, honey. Everything is fine?

Maria Jose, it's time for dinner

- No.
- Why not?

- Because.
- Why?

Because no, Jaime. Simply no.

Because it's idiotic.

This is not normal.

I know. But we are the abnormal ones.

We are artists.

Go to hell.

I wanted to ask you one thing.

But I want to hear the truth.

If you lie to me, I will send
you to your ass with all your crap.

How scary!

I'm serious, Jaime.

Have you done this
with other girls I know?

No.

Tell me the truth.

But who else could we do this with?

They are all complete monsters.
Who do you take us for?

Jose, you are the only one who was worth it.

You are the only one.

Let's go somewhere for lunch. I'll treat you.

You have a rich guy and a poor guy.

It was an August night, and I
don’t remember why, so I had

a fight with my friends and
went for a walk to the beach.

And suddenly a guy came up
to me, a normal-looking guy.

I don't know, to me he looked ordinary.

Under thirty, maybe thirty-five.
He seemed old to me then.

And asks: “Are you alone?” I say “Yes”.

"Would you like to come with me?"

He sat down and we started talking.

"What's your name? Why are you
walking along the beach alone so late?"

"Where do you live?"

He said he liked to swim naked,
but it was prohibited there.

He asked if I had ever
lay naked on the sand.

Said it was a great feeling.

He asked if I might want to try it.

We went behind some rocks.
They took off their clothes.

And then he came closer and
took my dick into his mouth.

Until I came.

No one had done this to
me before, and I liked it.

I really liked it. Very.

But I realized one thing.

I don't like men.

I didn't want to sleep
with him or any other guy.

Nothing has changed inside me.

I'm not homosexual, Jaime.

I didn't say you were gay.

You spoke. You say this all the time.

You tell stories, jokes,
talk about your sister.

Because it's fucking true.

I have a sister, she is a lesbian.
And she's happy.

She wasn't a lesbian before, but
she tried. She is my beloved sister.

Great. But I'm not homosexual.

Maybe you're gay and you just need...

- Jaime!
- OK.

OK. I regret.

Everything is fine.

I also have something to say.

What?

I'm not cumming.

What does it mean?

This means I don't cum.
I can't cum.

I love fucking, I get turned on.

But when that very
moment comes, I can't.

Yes, but... you make those sounds.
You scream and everything.

Because I saw it in the movies.

I can't make you cum.

But...

But I don't understand anything.

Then why are you screaming?

So that you can enjoy it.

So that you think everything went well.

I always do this.

Don't know.

It would be weird if I lay here quietly.

Crap!

Here we are.

I'm lucky to have both of you.

It's as if I chose you on purpose.

Once in my life I did something
amazing - and here it is:

one is impotent, the second is frigid.
Wonderful, motherfucker.

Just fucking wonderful.

Okay, no big deal.

No, really, it's okay.

But I figured out what to do.
This is what came to my mind.

This is really important to me now.

First, we'll do two things.

I think we need a bigger bed.

We desperately need a bigger bed.

We need it more than food.

I am a beggar, but you, Markitos,
could bear the expenses yourself.

And the second thing: we
need to start debauchery.

Start fucking. Let's get
into debauchery. Right now.

It will be divine. You can scream
if you want, do whatever you want.

Let's just fuck, okay?
We'll talk later.

Do you write what you see?

Certainly.

It's how you see it that matters.

Or maybe not.

Maybe we should write
what we don't see.

State of mind.

We do not realize that everything
around us is our self-portrait.

Okay, lad, okay.
We write what we see.

Technique is everything. Without technology
we would not be able to express any sensations.

The sleep of reason gives birth to monsters.

You say, we write what we see.

What are we doing with this?

I don't know, Marquito, tell me.

Until you have the
urge to copy it.

And now I really want to fuck. Look
at the girl, and I'll take care of her.

You're both insufferable.

- Josita.
- What?

Josita, don't go crazy.

Jaime.

Do you like it?

I like blue better.

And this pink one is more
suitable for hairdressing salons.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

In Portugalete, in the Basque
country. A young man, dressed

in jeans and a gray sweater,
approached the victim from behind.

My God, they will never stop this.

See you soon.

Married and has two children.
Left lying in a pool of blood.

First aid was provided to him by neighbors
and rescuers from a nearby hospital.

You see reality at the moment when you
write, and not after the drawing is ready.

Why don't you use
structural sketches?

- Almost?
- Yes, don't stop.

Relax. Don't be nervous.

We are in no hurry, we have plenty of time.

Maybe you have plenty of it, motherfucker...

Have you finished?

No.

But it was great.

That's great, Marcos.

This is very good.

A bit like Hopper.
Nonsense, nothing special.

When I saw the picture,
I didn’t think so.

If you look closely,

maybe it's a little similar.

But I think it's great.

- I don’t think so.
- Yes.

No.

Marcos... Look.

I see you've worked through a lot of things.

This dim light

almost twilight

gray sky,

and sadness That's all.

There is sadness everywhere, in every
part. This would not be in the picture.

But it is there because you see everything that way.

And you know it.

Therefore, I think this is the
best thing I have seen in class.

Don't be stupid.

Jose.

If you want, you can take it for yourself.

After I hand it over.

Thank you.

Hello. I bought seafood.

Great.

- It smells wonderful.
- Hello.

Did I mention that Jaime doesn't like cuttlefish?

- And he says that he loves.
- Right.

I brought something from home.

And he wrote me a poem
before we got married

No one has ever written a poem about me.

At that time, during the
breakup, when we were living

very difficultly, he sent
his poem to me at home.

I remember reading
the first few lines.

"It's true, my love, it's true.

You brought light to my heart and the
spring scent of the forests to my soul."

Soon after that we got married.

- How are you?
- Fine.

- What's new?
- Hello.

Everything comes to an end.
Time can't wait...

Why did you do this?

Because...

Because you are my guys.

You love me and I love you.

And I don't want people to
think that you are a toy for me.

And the fact that I am some kind of
bitch who is messing with your brains.

I'd rather they knew the truth.

The fact that the three of us are
together, that we sleep together,

and that we love each other.

Because I love you guys so much.

I never said this, but it is true.

Both of you.

I love it very much.

Touch me.

Come on, come on. Finish it for us.

Tasty?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Is there any coffee left?
- I think so.

What are your plans?

I don't know. I'll stay with
Jaime and go for a walk somewhere.

- Are you ready?
- You can take everything down.

Dad, did you take that painting? She's terrible.

Otherwise, you shouldn’t have
written it. Be smart, daughter.

One way or another...

We would like to introduce
you to your Jaime, Jose.

I've heard so much about him.

See you on Wednesday.

My parents want to introduce me to my boyfriend.

So one of you will have to
show up for Saturday dinner.

It's Mom's birthday and she throws
a dinner every year. Informal event.

She told me to bring my boyfriend.

I told them that
I have a boyfriend

because I'm never home anyway.

You understand, right? It's very simple.

One of you comes with me, has dinner, and that's it.

We can flip a coin.

No no. I'll go.

OK.

I told them his name was Jaime.

Marcos.

My boyfriend can't have two names.

Yes, but you chose his name.

But you're more shy than him.

I didn't think you'd want to come with me.

I thought you'd say it's boring.

Well, oh well. If you want, let's go.

No, I'll go with you. I’ll
take a couple of pencils with

me and make sketches to
please your parents. That's it.

Hello. Come in.

- Hello.
- This is my couple. Jaime and Marcos.

And I am Maite. I am Maria Jose's mother.

Hello. Happy birthday.

Thank you. I really wanted to meet you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

- Is this for me?
- Yes.

So beautiful. Maria Jose,
put the flowers in the water.

And you go into the living room.

Jaime and his friend arrived.

- How are things going at your faculty?
- Very good.

Maria Jose says that you are
studying different subjects.

Painting, shades. A little bit of everything, right?

Engraving, painting,
we also study art theory.

How interesting.

We need to expand our sphere of interests.
For example, renting out trucks.

Yes, it's a profitable business.

I need to go to the bath. Will you come with me?

You have it!

Just in time.

Let's do this.

What about Jaime?

I don't care about Jaime!

I can do this, Jose.
I know I can.

Don't be nervous.

Can you feel it?

Yes.

Bendha, concentrate.

We're almost done.

- Hello, Maribel.
- Hello, honey.

How are you doing, Bendhamin? You're glad
you have such a beautiful cousin, huh?

Yes.

- Here, there’s a postcard for you.
- Thank you.

Give mom a kiss for me.
From the postwoman aunt. See you.

Bye.

Maribelle talks to
me like I'm a fool.

This is usually what happens.

My sister is in Prague with her
friend, the apartment is left to me.

Marcos will arrive in a couple of days.
He quarreled with his mother.

So come visit us. Right now.

I don't know what mom will say to this.

- Give it to me.
- Wait.

Mother!

You love him more.

No.

You love him more.

No.

Pass the olive oil.

Here you go.

Well, Marcos.

I think I should tell her
about the girl from Switzerland.

We must do this.

Which girl from Switzerland?

Just don’t blame everything
on me, you arranged it all.

The day we spoke on the phone, we
picked up a girl from Switzerland.

And they had it at the same time.

For warming up. Isn't that right?

He was unsure whether he would succeed
with this chick, so he decided to try.

He did everything himself.

I didn't like this girl.
Too lanky.

Long legs.

No, really, I didn't like her.

Marcos speaks German and he started
making advances and flirting with her.

I barely touched her, but you should
have seen that tiger from art school!

And the girl - she was quite
active, right, Marquitos?

Otherwise you don’t know. You fucked her too.

I didn't particularly like her either. Is it true.

I forgive you.

This pissed me off because I
was acting like a good girl.

I'll go get the newspapers. Should I bring you anything?

Bring some cigarettes.

We won't tell him about what happened at night.

Never.

I love you.

I love you too.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Have you decided to take up comics?

Super lame. Well, do you like it?

Meet me on the way out after class.
Let's take a walk and get some air.

The canvas is called "Dog".

This is probably one of the
most mysterious black paintings.

At that moment in his life,
Goya saw pictures of hell,

This is probably why this painting is so impressive.

This is the creation of
a man who is very scared.

The painting was badly damaged when it was
removed from the wall where it was painted.

For some time it was even believed
that the painting was unfinished.

If you look more
closely you will see

that the dog is sitting,
staring at the upper right corner.

Into empty space.

What is this dog looking
at, buried in the sand?

For something specific or just into the void?

Why do we associate a dog with an artist?

Red onions are more
suitable for certain sauces.

It's juicier, it's brighter. More spicy.

My grandmother eats red onions
raw, cut into slices like bread.

She is from Andalusia, from Jaén.

Like this - or cut it thinner?

So normal.

Onions are magical, you know...

If you cook it well, it will disappear.

Like Jaime's paintings.

Don't be so mean.

He must write.

He writes so well.

I think he knows this.

What do they say? We must
come to terms with our limits.

We do what we can.

Don't know.

People do what they can.

I no longer have any faith left.

I write so as not to think.

To keep writing.

And you?

You haven't written
anything since we got back.

I have no desire. I don't
know what to write about.

I like that this dish will be black.

Now you need to add cuttlefish.

I can handle it.

This has happened to me before.

Often.

Amazing. But maybe it’s worth learning
how to cook something else. No?

-You don't like cuttlefish?
- I adore her.

I'll go fool around.

See you.

Shall we go to bed?

- Don't you dare take off your clothes.
- Why?

You've done this a thousand times without me.

- But you were nearby.
- Yes, even if it weren’t.

But you were there. I wasn't in the
bathroom at Jose's parents' house, Marcos.

And you tried it before too.
Now don't even try.

I think he's right.

I think it's time for
me to open my own school.

"Getting rid of frigidity,
impotence and creative crisis."

What a bastard!

Amazing. Yes, very good.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Strong wine.

Jaime, there are more paintings here.

Oh yeah?

Mother.

Dad.

Come on, I'll introduce you to someone.

Mom, dad, these are my best
friends. Jose and Jaime.

Very nice.

Nice to meet you. Is your name Jose?

Jose, no emphasis. That's what everyone calls me.

It sounds strange at first.

A little.

- Do you want to see the paintings?
- Of course, son.

Let's go.

There are other paintings here too.

Yes, dad. This is a collective exhibition.

Jose, do you write too?

Yes. Marcos and I are classmates.

Again.

Jose, let's go.

- This is Jose, Julian.
- Hello.

And this is Carmen.

We are studying in the same course.
And she's very talented.

I have a lot of faith in Marcos. We
were shown his work for the first time.

And we had incredible interest.
I'm absolutely delighted.

Jaime!

Where did you go?

Hello.

We need to talk.

Everything is coming to an end.

We understand this, right?

We finished our studies.

There are no more excuses.

No classes, no exams.

We cannot live the way we lived before.

Your old man won't send you money
anymore. You must bring her home.

This is probably what your
parents expect from you.

And that's why I have to make you an offer.

No need to answer right now.
You can think it over.

Think carefully
before answering.

I came to the decision
that we could live together.

seriously. Very seriously.

I have money now,
there will be even more.

Gallery owners approached me
yesterday. I received offers.

I'll sell to the highest bidder.

We could rent a studio or a big house and
the three of us could live there and work.

I could pay for the house and you
would take care of the other expenses.

I need you.

This is true.

Maybe I'm selfish, but when
you're around, I feel much better.

I never told you this, but it is very
difficult for me to live in the world.

I haven't done anything yet.

And I’m already terribly tired.

I have to force myself to do
what others do without thinking.

The only thing I can do
without effort is painting.

I didn't want to do anything.

It was like I was living in a tunnel...

until I met you two.

I fell in love with you.

I love you, Jaime.

I know you're in love with Jose.

But despite all this,
I still love you both.

You two are with me, and I am with you.

We are together.

The three of us.

Together.

I don't know if you understand.

I understand.

I understand you very well.

Because the same thing happens to me.

So I thought that maybe
we could live together.

I'm just asking that we try.

That's it. I may say things

I'll regret later,
but maybe I...

I'm giving you one
chance to stay together.

You won't be happy without me.

Won't you answer me?

I'm answering you.

Sometimes I think that I
could become a great artist.

Most likely, I will fail.

But if I continue

if I keep writing,

I can become a great artist.

You have talent.

But you have no ambition.

You were doing great, but you quit.

You can go another way.

But maybe you just don't want to.

But Jaime is full of
ambitions, he is all ambitions.

But he never saw anything
behind his pencils.

He just copied the ballerinas,
his mother, but that’s all.

He won't achieve anything.

And he knows it.

I'm leaving.

Will you wait for him?

Don't leave me, Jose.

Don't leave me.

Starring: Jose - Adriana Ugarte,

Marcos - Nilo Moore, Jaime - Biel Duran,

Joaquin - Christian Magaloni,
Mother Jose - Pepa Pedroche,

Jose's father is Alfonso Torregrosa,
Jose's brother is Alvaro Aguilar.

Artists: Laura Rios,
Ryoichi Noguch, Rocio Diaz.

Music by: Bernardo Bonezzi,
Santiago Auceron Marruedo.

Composer and conductor - Pascal Gainet.