All language subtitles for Je suis frigide... pourquoi (Max Pécas, 1972).english

Un oeillet bleu.
How do you say in English?

A blue pink.

Une pivoine sauvage.

A wild peony.

- Un gardenia.
- A gardenia.

- Isn't it lovely?
- Yes, Dad.

This year the flowers
are more beautiful than ever.

Take them to the villa, put them in
a vase so they look more beautiful...

and try not to break anything.

Good morning, Erik.
Good morning, Carla.

- How was the water?
- Fantastic.

And you're so pretty as usual.

A diamond of the first water in a way...

in which you would happily drown.

The gardener's daughter
has become a beautiful flower.

Look how her breasts are
already so beautiful!

My God, Erik, her skin
is so sweet... and so soft!

And these breasts
my hand is touching...

How strong they are!

This kid is amazing!

You'd think she haven't
seen yet the big bad wolf.

Leave her alone. She's afraid of you.

Maybe she doesn't even know
how a man is built...

Have you already caressed
a man, Doris?

You know how they look like?

Watch!

This is a man,
a real man.

Look at my hand...

and now look how a wolf's tail
transform...

when the hand of a woman
caresses it.

Look at his tail!

It's bigger and bigger,
isn't it?

You probably wonder why statues in
the park do not have anything like that?

Come...

Come and play with this sweetness.

The most beautiful things
in the world scare her.

- You see her?
- No.

My little Doris, fear nothing!
Where are you?

Dad!

- Are you there?
- Doris?

What are you afraid of?
We only wish you well.

Erik, please, let me!
You are always so good to me.

Always, but not today.
He wants you.

Are you afraid of that?

No! No!

I beg you, Erik!

Idiot! You do not know the
pleasure he will give you!

Erik, not that!
You would die of shame.

What are you waiting?

You are terrified!
The worthy son of your father

who has spent his life
trembling in front of everyone.

Shut up!

No!

Let me go! Let me go!

Not that! No, Erik!

No, Erik! No!

This had to happen someday.

- What do you mean?
- That our son is not made of wood.

Since that tramp turns around him,
encourages him, provokes him...

It is possible that she was
infatuated with him,

but to say that she provoked him...

André, do you think my child
capable of such a villainy?

I find it hard to admit, yes,

but she has the body bruised.

And then? What does that prove?
At their ages...

Let's call things by their name.

Sometimes love is made in
an outburst of passion...

Maybe so, but my daughter
was still a virgin.

Fathers always assume
that, even when...

Please!

Anyway, Erik is minor.

Doris is as responsible as him.

Let's see André,
we have to do something for your girl.

- What do you propose?
- No need.

I've already decided what's
best for everyone.

They sent me to boarding school.

But not any one. The same school
where Carla had been raised.

A school for rich girls.

It was the price of my silence
and my father's.

- Goodbye, my daughter.
- Goodbye, Dad.

I understood immediately
I was not like the others.

It was not from their world.
I felt like a stranger.

But I did not care.
I was indifferent.

I just longed for peace and quiet.

Unfortunately, it was impossible.

Even at night.
I woke up jumping...

because of some terrible nightmares.

With no one to talk to.
No one to love.

No one.

Until one day...

- What's your name?
- Lea, and you?

Doris.

Here, I give you this doll.

You know where it comes from?

From Benares, in India.
I bought it last year...

when I was there on vacation
with my family.

- It has a magical power, you know?
- Yes? What power?

It will make fall in love all
men who approach you.

Why not saving it for you?

I vowed to give it to
the first girl...

greeting me here.
It was you, so it's yours.

Plus I do not need anything
to seduce men.

As soon as they see me...

It was like a love at first
sight among friends.

As surely as opposites attract,

we became inseparable.

At last I knew the happiness of
being two and making only one.

But every night the
nightmares continued...

Erik! No!

Carla! I beg you!

What happened?

You could not sleep.
You had a nightmare.

Let me come near you.

I was feeling nervous alone.

Maybe it's the storm.

Am I bothering you?

I have cold feet and hands.

But a warm heart, Doris.

Don't you like?

Don't you like me, Doris?

I like you.
I like you, but not like this.

And like this?

Is it the first time?

- Since you are my first friend...
- So, I understand your hesitation...

and your fear, but you'll see...
Let me love you.

I let her have her way.

To please her. And I did not want
to deprive her of that happiness...

she thought to give me,
because I loved Léa.

But her touch suddenly left me cold.

I felt inert, empty,
alone and so sad.

I remembered...

When my studies were finished
I returned to live with my father.

Erik was living in Africa
and Carla made a cruise...

around the world.

Doris, what do you think about?
You should get out more. Me at your age...

One lives his youth
as one can, Dad.

I have not chosen mine.

Forgive me, Dad.

It's me asking you forgiveness for all.

Also for this.

Anyway, for me it is too late.

For me too.

Never say that before
you're twenty, Doris.

It's Léa. We're going to the theatre.

Think twice Doris...
This adventure is completely crazy.

- That's why it's so exciting.
- You don't know him and still you...

Do not worry!
He offered me a serious job.

I will be at once the secretary,
the script, the errand girl...

You see.

Maybe that guy is your chance.
Good luck, Doris.

The Air France flight 847
takes off for Paris...

It is yours.

Doris!

- Can I come in?
- Certainly.

I was sure you would come.
I am delighted.

Be careful not to stumble.

- Have you eaten?
- Yes, on the plane, thanks.

You did well.

- Can I say you instead of thou?
- Of course.

- I say you to everyone I like.
- You should have called,

I would have gone after you.

- I wanted to surprise you.
- How nice!

I guess...

Well, I mean...

You know where to sleep tonight?

No. I have not booked anything.

Well done!
It would be silly to pay the hotel

when you can settle here.

You'll be fine, right?

Don't worry,
you have nothing to fear.

- Are you tired?
- A little.

- The trip.
- Yes, of course.

And the emotion
to find myself alone in Paris.

- You're not alone with me! - It's
not what I meant, you understand.

It's my first night
as a free woman.

And freedom is so tiring?

You cannot imagine how much!

Well, to sleep then. It's still
the best way to fight tiredness.

- I help you to make the bed?
- No, please!

Good, I hate to make beds!

- Good evening, Doris.
- What about you?

- Thank you.
- Why?

For this crazy day.
This spring sky.

This Paris I discover throughout
your eyes. For everything.

Thanks for being you.

I also should have scream thank you.

I could have been happy.

Everything would have been so easy
between us if...

- Doris!
- Yes?

- I forgot to tell you...
- What?

My friend upstairs...

he's not alone tonight.

- Would you mind?
- If we shared the same bed?

For example...

Well, Luc. Me neither I don't
want to be alone tonight.

- To our happiness.
- To our future.

To us forever.

You cannot imagine...

What?

How I want to...

And you Doris, do you want?

It brings happiness, my love!

I know I'm right about you, Doris.

There are two kinds
of people in life.

The one who love and the
others, the unfortunate.

Even if they don't know it.

You're like me and...

Oh, Doris!

For a moment I thought he
was right,

that we would also understand
each other for that thing...

so important: love.

I was still tense but his hands...

and his mouth which walked on me...

spread desire everywhere.

And I felt an
increasing pleasure,

new and shocking.

Yes, we would love each other.

How foolish I was to be afraid!

No!

But what's the matter with you?

Nothing, Luc.
You cannot understand.

How crazy I was with my illusions!

For me it was a failure.
And him, what would he think...

of this sudden coldness
that I couldn't even hide from him?

If you didn't like,
you should have tell me first.

It's not that, Luc.

What then?
I'm not a good lover?

No, the fault is mine.
Because I am...

No, Doris. I spoke like a jerk

and I behaved with you
like an asshole.

And I thank you because
there are many women who fake it.

I couldn't have done that.

That shows that you love me!
Tell me.

I need to know.
Did you ever do it with others?

Then I will reveal to yourself honey.

To deflower a woman is nothing,
but teach her to love,

her body...

Maybe it will be long...

But it is so good!
Say, Doris, do you want?

He was willing
to start again, not me.

Once was enough for that night.

He understood...

and left me alone.

But the other nights
he was fantastic.

He never forced me in any way,
never reproached me...

and never let me see
how much he suffered.

But that could not last forever.

A little quiet!
We only have an hour.

- What about the music?
- You'll have music.

Albert, are you ready with the music?
Great because at least one guy...

- is there with us.
- I'm only here since fifteen days.

After the drum break you start dancing. I tell
this for Daniel who was a hairdresser before.

You get down slowly and advance
toward the audience.

Come on, come on, dance!

- Two minutes!
- What now?

Try again without me.

- It's Doris.
- Hello.

- Doris will design your suits.
- At least I'll try.

It is the first time I design
clothes for the stage.

I hope you will be lenient.

Doris fell in love with
our theatre recently.

She fell in love with the
theatre or the director?

I'm coming, I'm coming!
Excuse me, guys!

Lina will dine with us tonight.

Come on, let's go!

I had understood the little
game Luc played with me.

Furthermore, the two
fit well together.

- There is no more ice.
- I'm getting it for you, Lina.

Shit!

He's your friend?

Yes, not more than a friend.

It's already that.

I like him a lot, but...

it's not my style to cheat
on a friend with her...

If you like him, you can have him.

First, you are not my friend.
And he's not my...

Congratulations, girls.
I see you do just fine without me.

Yes, but not without cubes.
I'm thirsty.

- It brings happiness, right?
- Yes, but it can hurt.

Forgive me in advance, Doris.
It's you I love

but tonight I will
make love with her because...

Because she's very beautiful?

No, because she's desirable
and willing.

She doesn't like me?

She doesn't like love.

But I want you so much!

How I suffered while
they both loved each other!

My heart, my body, my love!
My self esteem!

Inside me everything suffered.

I imagined them making love
and enjoying themselves.

All this happiness
which I was refused...

and that the others knew!

I couldn't stand it
but in the same time,

as if I did not suffer enough already,
I wanted to see.

I was crazy.

It was even stronger
than I had imagined.

Yes, it was unimaginable,
unbearable.

Sorry for the pain...

I've caused

but I'll never be
at the height of your love...

and the hope you had in me.

I really understood it seeing
you and Lina together.

I'll never forget you.
It was so beautiful, so terrible!

The blame is mine alone.
I could never live with you,

what is called "live" but I
wonder if I can live without you.

It's my problem.

At least now I will not be
a dead weight in your arms.

Forget me.

Goodbye.

I think I have what you need.
Three bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom...

on Rue Monitor.
A great opportunity.

- Maybe but what is the price?
- Most reasonable.

1 800 francs plus expenses.

I can find something else.
How much do you want to spend?

300 or 400 maximum.

I have another three rooms.
In La Villette.

Ok for the neighbourhood.
What's the size?

40 square meter.

It is much too small.

Apparently but the rooms are spacious.

- Do we fix an appointment?
- Yes.

Excuse me.
Yes, sir?

Miss Doris, I give you the Jioux case.

You will meet the customer tomorrow
to show her several apartments.

I ask you to be very heedful to
this customer. Can I count on you?

Of course, sir.

So...

It's just what I wanted.
I will send the decorators tomorrow...

and I will order a wallpaper
the colour of your eyes.

Tonight I give a house party.
Will you come?

My friends are fun.
Bring me the rental agreement...

and let's add pleasure to duty.

Doris!

I'm so happy you came!
Let me introduce you.

Doris.

Baron Christophe de Saint-Honoré.

Have a drink.

A Martini.

My little protege!

- Here.
- No, thank you.

I've had enough
I'm not used to drink.

You look very nice
in the middle of this mess.

- You simplicity moves me.
- Your virtuous simplicity.

What a shame!

Why did you do that?

- Why did you pretend?
- I don't understand...

When you make love
you don't feel any pleasure.

Why hide it? There are other
women in your situation.

- I assure you...
- I'm wrong?

I have too much experience
to be deceived on that matter.

To be frigid is not a dishonour. It even
facilitates the practice of virtue.

I don't care about virtue!
What I want is happiness.

What kind?

I do not know.
I do not know anymore.

The happiness I dreamed of
when I was a child...

is now so unattainable.

But what was it?

A husband that I would
have deeply loved,

some children, a house...

The house of Rousseau
with white walls...

- and green shutters?
- Exactly!

And if I was capable to
make a man happy...

This is the happiness
I want to know.

Poor thing! It's no use living
as if you were...

Normal?
I'm not afraid to say that word.

On the contrary. You must admit your
frigidity and use it in your interest.

Let it be your ally
and not your enemy.

What do you mean?

Make men run
without walking yourself.

Stay the master of your body
and your destiny.

And your lovers.
For me it would be a dream!

If I'm not misunderstanding you,
my frigidity is a gift from Heaven.

Maybe not from Heaven.
But a gift, no doubt.

I wish we could exchange
some of your frigidity...

for some of my ardour.

- I envy you.
- You are wrong.

If you knew how many blunders
I made by its fault!

But...

Another day.

I will continue explaining it
another day.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Eva is here?
- No.

Eva sure had a busy night.

Do not trust appearances.
If you come to see Eva, she's out.

Honey, rest yourself.
I called your work...

to tell them you were sick
and would not go today.

I'll be back tonight.

You know as much as me.

- My name is Patricia, and you?
- Doris.

Why you looking at me like that?
Are you upset?

No, but...

I get it.
Since you have slept with Eva,

you consider yourself
the house mistress.

But I've made love with her too.

We all went to bed with her.

All?
What does it mean "all"?

Whom do you speak of?

Are you kidding me or are you stupid?

Let's say I'm stupid.

That's how I learned that Eva,
high society procuress,

ran a very famous
call-girls network.

Instead of feeling indignant,
this news left me thoughtful.

Eva, do you have an apartment for me?

You're very well here.

Why do you want to
live somewhere else?

And bear the costs of a rental?

You know what I mean.
Patricia told me everything.

Why do you want to leave? You don't
seem to like money too much.

The tastes are as bad habits.

With effort, they can be acquired.

- Vice doesn't attract you neither.
- You never know.

Come on!

I was kidding, I was pretending
to be cynical.

But by making that decision
I forced myself to believe that,

by multiplying the experiences,
I'll end up finding a man...

able to return the pleasure
that I would give him.

Yes?

Richelieu 2732? It's me.

But I'm not only a phone number.

I also have a body and a head.

The body interests
you more than the rest?

Well, I take note.

Height: 1.70 meters.

90 inches bust measurement,
hips 90 inches,

long blonde hair.

How do you want me to dress?

It's time.

Wanna play with me?
I'm bored alone!

Who is this man?

No! No in front of the man!

Stop it!

- No!
- I'll give you a spanking.

Not in front of this man
I do not know.

I am ashamed.

This man looking at me.

I don't want, I don't want!

- Do you want a spanking?
- No!

So hurry up!

My darling had a great sorrow
but you still deserved it.

And then one night we
had an appointment...

with two provincial entrepreneurs
who were passing in Paris.

Two simple guys, very quiet,
had told us Eva.

On a whim, we decided
to hide our faces.

I was shocked when
I recognised Mr. Chambon,

Erik's father.

- What a lovely idea to wear a mask!
- Can't we see what's underneath?

Later! Let us get used
to the environment.

Please sit.

I hope you like the menu.
Black caviar from the Baltic,

fresh foie gras from Castel
Sarrasin, grilled lobster,

roasted turkey.

Of course, gallantry
lasted only a moment.

A man is a man,
especially when he pays.

Do not disturb the lovers!

Not now.

When stripped of everything
but his shirt and socks,

he did what most men
of his age do at this moment.

He spoke of his wife,
of his marital loneliness,

of his business and taxes,

of the economical crisis,
of the Japanese economic expansion

and of the growing immorality
of today's youth.

So how's Erik?

He gives me many concerns.

But...

Doris!
What are you doing here?

I'm serving you, sir.

My family was always
at your service.

My father was the gardener,
your son treated me like his whore...

and it's a pleasure to be yours now.

You know me since I'm a child.
Have I changed?

Please Doris.

What delicacy, Mr. Chambon!
With a father as refined,

I don't know how your children
were able to acquire...

so rude manners.

Stop, please.

Do not be afraid.
I will not blackmail you.

Your wife won't know anything
of your wanderings in Paris.

After all, it's appropriate at your age.

- As for this rape...
- Rape is a big word.

It's too little!

I'll keep mum but the damage
he did to me is irreparable.

- If I could do something for you...
- How good you are!

But for me it's too late.
For me, the damage is done.

I hope your children keep
a pleasant memory...

of that adventure.
20 seconds of pleasure for them,

a lifelong nightmare for me.
A curious exchange, right?

There's something you do not know,
Doris. Erik changed radically.

He regretted this action so bad
that he wanted to join the Army.

He wanted to talk about
Erik and his remorse's.

He talked to himself.
And I listened.

Erik! Erik, my God!

But it was too easy...
I didn't let him continue.

No!

He understood and stopped.
He was pitiful.

More than me.

My kid, you must do something.

You must get rid of that
obsessive memory.

Go see a psychiatrist
or someone.

Thanks, but I'm not crazy!

- A psychoanalyst.
- I don't have the means

or the patience to pay
years of weekly cure.

My little Doris,

I speak to you as a friend,
as a father.

Leave me alone, please!

It's a friend who can help you.

A specialist of the psyche.

A very competent man.

Of course, I'll
pay all your expenses.

In a way you are you my
Health Insurance, right?

More important
that the rape itself...

is the role played
by that Carla.

At least in the version
that you have given me.

- I do not invent anything, I swear.
- Certainly.

And before that dreadful scene, what was
your relationship with Erik and Carla?

It is very important.
You must remember.

You loved Erik?
Sentimentally, I mean.

Right. What about Carla?

But Carla suspected what was going on
between her brother and you.

- There was nothing, I swear!
- Why fight back?

You stump on yourself.

Come on, let yourself go
and remember.

He was terribly skilled
without appearing.

I was forced to admit
an evidence...

that I had always
carefully rejected.

I loved Erik.

I had loved
throughout my adolescence,

and my behaviour towards him
offered no doubts.

No wonder Carla
was so hateful towards me,

the result of a jealousy
accentuated by her natural evil.

Lots of details and images
came to my mind...

that would shed a new
light on my reactions.

- What did I say?
- What I was asking, the truth.

It is horrible!

It's not. It's completely normal.

Almost banal.

The rape itself matters little.

Basically, you wanted
Erik since the start.

He knew it and Carla too.
It had to happen.

I'm sure that you felt pleasure.

Yes, it was even the
only time in my life.

But that pleasure
was snatched from you by Carla,

the director of this erotic parody.

Carla triumphant.

Your sexual mechanic was oxidised.
You were humiliated

as if Carla had killed
your ability to enjoy yourself,

to love and to be loved, to be happy.

The same blocking process...

had to be renewed at each
new sexual experience.

That's it.
And I will never heal? I...

You're just a girl.
Someday you will be a happy...

and fulfilled woman.

But how? When?

The day you truly love.
Then your heart will throb,

your body will vibrate
and you'll forget your nightmare.

The day I truly love.
Immediately I thought of Luc.

Maybe it was him
who could help me.

I decided to see him again.

Well, a ghost!

Why did you want to come here?
We would have been just as well...

in a nightclub and it
would have been more cheerful.

I wanted to be alone with you.

Like that?

You disappear for 6 months
and I have to be at your disposal

when you...

Do not pretend you're angry.
You knew it was necessary...

that we don't see each
other for a while.

Sorry. I reacted like an idiot.

Maybe because I missed you much.

I missed you too.

I like you very much, Luc.

For my part I think it was much more...

I didn't like you very much.
I loved you.

Simply.

Even after?

Our frustrating love attempt?

I loved you more yet
because you gave me grief.

But...

Doris, I don't ask you to repair
the damage done.

It's me who asks you to help me.

- At what?
- Being Happy!

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

Forgive me.

I wanted to try a last
experience with you.

I was wondering if with you...

You got any conclusions?

Yes.

This time it's the end.
We won't meet again.

We won't meet again.

I love you too much
to see you as a friend...

and not enough
to see you as a lover.

Listen!

Many couples need months
before finding harmony.

Maybe with patience
and much love...

No, Luc! I don't want to make
you suffer like this again.

That's enough now.

Too bad my little Doris!
It's really too bad!

A few days later I received
a telegram telling me...

that my father was very ill.
I returned to the villa.

I'm sorry, Doris.

I liked your father.

Please accept my condolences.
They are sincere.

- Your father...
- Do not worry.

You will easily find
another gardener.

You're coming?

- You were very hard on Erik.
- I've changed.

I'm not the girl
once naive and happy.

Be careful, Doris. Your misfortune
must not make you bad and unfair.

It can't be helped. This is the fate
of unfortunate people.

They never make anyone's happiness.

Poor Doris!

I should not have let you go.

When you're away from me,
you're lost.

- Have you received news from Bruno?
- Yes, he counts the days.

Still 35 and he's
discharged from duty.

- You look happy.
- It would be hard to hide.

- Will it be soon?
- Two months.

- But it seems to take forever!
- Do you hurt?

It's his way of talking.

He hears us and wants to
get involved in the conversation.

It's probably a girl then!

What will you do now?
Will you stay with us?

A few days, until the new
gardener moves in.

Except you, I have nothing
or anyone to keep me here.

- And in another place?
- Neither.

But don't make that face!
That's what I call freedom.

Isn't she the daughter
of your old gardener?

Whatever they say,
agricultural populations

have remarkably improved, huh?

Are you going to keep her all by
yourself or share with your friends?

I'm afraid she'll
bite the apple all alone.

My little brother can't find sleep?

- Leave me alone.
- My little brother wants to be alone?

Don't you like your older
sister anymore?

Please Carla,
Go to sleep in your room!

You know very well
Doris will not come tonight.

Even if she did?
Don't you find me better than her?

- Shut up!
- Alright. I keep quiet.

Just imagine it's her
who caresses you.

- At night all cats are gray.
- Carla, no more childish games!

You didn't love me since so long ago!

Please!

- Don't you love me anymore?
- Not like this.

I don't love you as I love Doris.

So you're not aroused by me anymore?

Maybe I even disgust you?

You prefer that bitch who wants to get
married to be the lady of the house!

Poor guy!
You're still the same loser.

No, Carla. I have changed since
I can resist you.

Then it's war between us.
You asked for it.

I let you close the door.

If you marry a servant's daughter, it's
best to take their habits immediately.

- My love.
- Yes?

- Yes, Erik?
- I love you.

See you tomorrow.

- Erik!
- Yes?

- I have to say...
- What?

In Paris, my life was not...

I'm starving.

A little salted lamb
after the sea air!

- This is what I call a rational dietetics.
- Where are you coming from?

- You know very well.
- Are you ashamed to say?

Not at all.
I spent the day with Doris.

Good for you. I hope this
day will have no tomorrow.

Sorry to disappoint you but my
intention is to never leave ever again.

I assume you're joking.

Do I look like I'm joking?

Say something you! You're not going
to let him say such nonsense!

You forget that I am an adult.

I would be very sorry to have to do
without your approval but...

Doris is a very decent girl,

but you should think
about a marriage more...

Similar to yours?

- What do you mean?
- Nothing, Mom.

I'm talking about your marriage.
Do you think it is dishonourable?

- Can I come in?
- You have to know everything.

It's useless.

I know...

I know how I have hurt you.

Come.

No, Erik!

I beg you. Not here.

I would follow you till the end of
the world but not here. I'm afraid.

On the contrary, Doris.
Precisely here.

My love, it is necessary that you...

that we leave doubts.

Our happiness depends on it.

No! Not here!
Not now. I...

My love!

Erik...

I love you!

Yes... When you have found love...

Love is the key to your healing.

I love you!