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The River Banks

To change things, sometimes violence is justifiable.

To change things, sometimes violence is justifiable.

What are you thinking about ?

I'm sleeping.

And now ?

Nothing, stuff.

- Tell me. - No.

I'm going to get some food.

Go now !

Tell me that you love me to death.

- I love you to death. - Again.

I love you to death.

Sophie you can do it now !

What are you thinking about... What are you thinking about...

- I'm sleeping... - Joss, cban you lean on the wall ?

What are you thinking about ? I'm sleeping. And now ?

Are you ready ? We're shooting !

Everyone gets ready, sound, image...

Bread.

Rose.

Music !

Verdi's Traviata !

Toscanini, the old Toscanini !

Verdi's Traviata ! Toscanini, the old !

That's good.

Then like this.

Cut !

It's beautiful, but you should have left it in the park, in the ground.

See, that's you, you need to pluck a rose to tell me that you love me.

"I wish the rose still on the bush, And you my sweet friend still loving me."

See...

"I have loved you for a long time, I will never forget you."

What will you do today, work ?

You're going to see your... again ?

And you're going to fight against the world, again ?

- Don't forget. - What ?

I love you.

...what would be easier ? You'll be unbalanced if you really do this...

...from here, this doesn't work, and the reach is weird too.

Not with the head, maybe with the back, or, what could we do...

If we do the accident and recovery from here, it goes easily to something else.

After his coronation, the Emperor of Japan Mikado signed the only decree of his reign.

Every member of his administration were ordered to proceed to a general inventory.

Everyone had to bring everything they owned or found on the island to the palace.

This unique project had been extensively matured by Mikado,

while the access to power grew gloser.

All the houses were emptied,

so that their content could be brought to the palace to be identified there.

Every object was then isolated momentarily,

so that its category could be determined.

First people determined quite a number of groups and sub-groups of objects,

which were organized in piles around the palace.

The constant observation of their arivals quickly allowed to separate them

in two categories only : hollow objects and solid objects.

Two huge piles stood now next to the imperial residence.

The mountain of hollow objects seemed larger than its neigbor,

and one seemed able to contain the other.

Observers also took advantage of the short time during which each object was isolated

to give it a sort of title, which was supposed to identify it forever.

But this desire to give every thing a name delayed the progress of the inventory.

The Emperor was not satisfied with this huge series of objects

that were already forming two piles larger than the palace itself.

Then the houses were removed, and the people toof off their clothes

to come and swell yet again the huge pile of everything

that had been raked over the island.

Then, some suggested to go in search of everything that was not alive.

People could be seen collecting rocks and dead wood,

digging the earth to extract all its elements and inanimate beings.

Endless talk often took place to discuss the status of this ball of string,

or that dead leaf :

solid or hollow ?

But a great disaster put an end to these delays.

The huge pile of hollow objects suddenly collapsed on his opposite.

Thus people changed tactics.

They sought to unite, to fix together solid and hollow objects

to form a new kind of objects

from the contraction of these contradictory qualities.

The whole country was mobilized during the 25 years this infinite counting lasted.

When it was finally decided to ask the Emperor Mikado about the reason

for this obsessive and very cumbersome need to bring everything together and name it,

he could not be found.

The imperial palace was gone, covered under the frozen multitude.

Nothing could be distinguished but a shapeless mass of inanimate things,

which contrasted strangely with the human activity nearby.

Joss, I can't stand it, it bothers me.

Always this... I can't draw !

It's keeping me from forgetting the world.

But, this... has been keeping you from... for days !

And the sound of this... is part of the world, isn't it ?

Alright, I'm going to get the world !

Come, come ! Please sit down !

Jacqueline, Adriana, Adriana, the world !

She's the one who plays.

Play for us, please.

No, I can't, I just can't.

But she's living upstairs, she's part of the world !

Yes, I understand, but I still can't...

So you can't exclude this world !

No, it's not that, I just can't !

Some people, you know, they buy earphones and...

"The river that everything drags

is known as violent

but nobody calls violent

the margins that arrest him."

The main quality of many silent films accompanists is the non-existence.

In movies today, sound films, sound, speech, music,

are all part of the image, and thus they are the image of reality.

The main quality of many silent films accompanists is the non-existence.

In movies today, sould films, sound, speech, music,

are all part of the image, and thus they are the image of reality.

The silent films accompanying-pianist is placed outside of the image,

his playing is therefore added to the image without truly being part of it.

At any time it can divert the attention of a public who should fully identify

with what is happening on the screen.

That is why his main quality is his non-existence.

But then, you'd ask me, why is there a pianist ?

Firstly because few young people can stand the silence.

They feel it as a kind of death.

On the other hand, the images, even in their succession, are located in space,

and space is the place of understanding.

The experience is located in time : who doesn't last, doesn't live.

And duration is the location of sound.

The film is like a novel, it's not a play, it's like a novel.

There is already a length, a time, a future,

that exist in the imagination.

Dance and music have even appeared,

it is the same length.

The musician dances. If he does not dance by his music, if he does not sing,

he's not a true musician.

He must dance and sing at the same time.

The important thing is the sense of touch.

As Valery said, skin is where man is the deepest.

No, Micha, in french...

Micha, I don't understand !

No, Micha, I don't understand... This is ridiculous, say it in french !

Oh come on, that's enough, speak english ! Come on !

You take the apple, you eat it, you throw it away, understand ?

You take the apple, you eat it, you throw it away.

Look, a storm.

Do you remember the journeys to the end of your bed, when you were a child ?

I'd leave everything behind ! I'd go far away !

- So, are we leaving everything behind ? - And we're sadly missed by everyone !

And we never come back. Just the two of us, on a desert island.

Okay, each one of us takes three images.

Ver Meer, light from the left...

The Piazza...

Vincent...

London, London 1874, Hyde Park. And he's there !

- Who's there ? - Van Gogh ! Staying at his uncle's.

And do you know who's there at the other end of the park ?

Arthur Rimbaud.

They don't know each other, they're both twenty, they're both there.

London, on a hot, heavy summer night.

Van Gogh and Rimbaud can't stand the heat, so they go out, they walk in the park,

and then the storm breaks !

It's raining, they're running, coming home !

- Clouds... - And they never met...

Never.

Van Gogh decides he's a painter, and goes back to the continent.

For him, everything is about to begin.

For Rimbaud, everything is over.

He decides he won't write anymore. He's leaving Europe for ever.

This is it.

"I will go..."

Juliette sits down next to Justine. She tells her the following story...

...it's just a question of rhythm and speed, of colors.

It's not just about whether to play or not, you just say it, it's strong enough.

...Justine listens, without emotion, staring below from time to time.

What makes the text extremely violent is the consciousness of the reading.

...Juliette, intimately.

Thirty men... ...three licked us, three sucked at...

It's like a colon... Colon, three this, three that, it's a depiction,

calculation, Sade's mathematics.

...an engine 13 inches long and 8 around. Ten peasant girls...

During this scene, the ten little girls drew up their chairs in a circle around us.

...but I admit, I like it best when you discover the text,

and stay back from it, as if you were reading something incongruous :

"During this scene, the ten little girls drew up their chairs..." See ?

Stay back.

Meanwhile, the ten little girls, naked, were jerking us off.

We followed the rosary, checked every penetration, handled every ball,

sucked at every mouth.

On the way back we presented them our asses to screw.

They were defended, by some severe threat, to unload in each other's behind.

As soon as they were hard, they had to come and put their member foaming

in the hands of one of the little girls,

who immediately filled our ass or cunt with it.

At first we all acted this way.

Then we all put five of them all over our body...

Then we all put five of them all over our body, and formed six divisions

who fucked us all group by group.

There was one in every opening, one in the mouth,

or on the breast when it was too big to be sucked, and one in each hand.

During this scene, the ten little girls drew up their chairs in a circle around us,

with orders to sprinkle us with shit and urine.

I forbid my body to be opened under any circumstances.

...I wish I was covered with it.

I forbid my body to be opened under any circumstances.

I ask with the utmost instance it is kept 48 hours in the room where I will die,

placed in a wooden coffin that will be nailed after 48 hours only.

During this time, an express will be send to M. Le Normand, timber merchant,

to ask him to come himself to fetch my body to be transported

to the woods of my land of La Malmaison, where I want it to be placed

without any kind of ceremony,

in the first copse thicket that is to the right of the old castle.

Once the pit is covered, acorns will be sown over it,

so that eventually the land will be replenished,

and the thicket stuffed as it was before,

the traces of my grave will disappear from the surface of the earth,

as I flatter myself that my memory will fade from the minds of men.

Sade.

See, even Sade eventually wanted silence at the end.

Well, to change things, sometimes violence... is... justifiable.

- What about you ? - Me ?

Yes, you. You want to say everything, to show everything.

What is there to say ? What is there to show ?