All language subtitles for Le.consentement.2023.1080p.BluRay.DD+5.1.x264-SbR

I am devastated,

Vanessa. How can you
imagine drawing a line

about the most beautiful love story,

the purest,

the brightest
who ever existed?

How do you think you live
without the taste of my skin,

my mouth,

our caresses, our kisses?

Your breakup letter betrays you.

She says how
you only love me.

So why do you want to hurt me?

I who was the most faithful man

of all, with you.

I made a promise to God that never,

no never

you would not be part of my past.

Go for it. Say it:

“Woe to man
through whom the scandal comes.

"Matzneff, he is too beautiful,

"he is too free,
too happy, too insolent,

“he’s so in love. ”
So maybe I'm not

like everyone,
but I will never deny

my accomplices.
But finally...

to hear you,

you would think you belong

to a criminal association.

There are only the judges
to talk about the criminals.

Maybe I'm a fisherman,

but that doesn't matter
as my confessor and me.

The mea culpa,

it's on his own chest
that we hit him,

not on that of his neighbor
or his neighbor.

Sorry, dear friend.

Your neighbor would be delighted
that you visit

Her chest.

The real criticism made of me
these "honest people",

is to have the courage

to be myself,
not to regret anything,

and write,
as Tolstoy liked to say,

with the blood of my heart.

"Maybe he's around me
only ghosts,

"but of what I am sure,
it’s that the living, themselves,

"are in my books. "

Yes dear.

Do you like reading Vanessa?

Oh yes.

She loves literature.

She prefers books
to all the distractions

children his age.

A literary temperament.
Interesting.

Me at 11 years old,

I discovered The Three Musketeers.

It's thanks to Dumas

that I became a rider.

Reading a book

can change the course of a life.

It is therefore essential

to meet his masters
as soon as possible,

when the mind is formed.

Who do you already have

admired, Vanessa?

Vanessa, at 13,
she has already read so much.

She loves Cohen,
Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy...

She is much more cultured
than his own mother.

Oh yes, yes, really.

No, no, I assure you.

Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy.

We'll have to talk about it, Vanessa.

I believe we have
lots of things in common.

Gab the Rafale?

That was my nickname
to military service.

Ah good?

I could never have imagined that.

I was the best
with a machine gun.

And as my adjutant said:
"Matzneff, 200 m away,

"he would put a bullet
in the ass of a fly. "

A little idea for Goncourt?

It's the same jury
than last year.

I was a little disappointed.
“Disappointed”?

I don't like it at all, Duras.

The Lover was...

Yes, it sells.
It's amazing.

I read The Barbarian Wedding

of Queffélec. Listen...
it's quite surprising.

And you?

I loved Besson.

All right. Dara?

Dara. This is exceptional.

Where do you live exactly?

It is a very good choice,

but this book is not
for a girl your age.

Do you want to read this writer?

Yes.

Then this one will suit you better.

Vanessa?

Here's the mail.

"Dear Vanessa,

"it's from a dipped feather

"in the blood of my heart
that I dare to write to you today.

"But this feather

"is powerless
to tell you the delicious trouble

"that you gave birth to in me.

"I tried in vain to fight
against the spell

"with your beautiful eyes resting on me,
this November evening.

“You haunt me.

“You are not like the others.

“Dear Vanessa,
what enchantress are you?

"I would like to be the confidant

"from your heart
and the keeper of your secrets.

"Mix your fingers with mine
would be enough for my heart...

“I didn’t know I was so vulnerable.

“My sweet princess, l’m worried.

"Maybe I'm wrong,
but I cannot reason with myself.

"Dear Vanessa, your absence

“tortures me.

"Not hearing from you
is unbearable to me.

“You are not like the others.

“I noticed it from the first moment.
Dear Vanessa...

"You deserve it...

"I will be the man

"happiest to read

"in return to mine your precious words.

"My sweet princess,

"don't answer me
that when you judge me worthy,

"When you're ready.

“I dream of you, day and night. ”

So, composition of the subject.

Who is it?

It's your father?
Subject of the verb in the ablative,

participle of the verb in the ablative.

SO...

I'm listening to you,
the subject of the verb in the ablative,

it's what?

Springora, are you with us?

You can't imagine

that your excellent grades
exempt from following along with the others.

“Beware of hubris
who loses the heroes. "

For the next time,

you will search for the meaning of this word:

hubris. H.U.B.R.I.S,
and you will explain it

to your comrades.

So, this participle...

Madam?

Volunteer to recite?

Uh...

Hubris, madam, among the Greeks,

it’s excessive pride.

It's a mistake
which causes the destruction of men,

heroes you were talking about.

Oedipus, for example.

It's because

of his excessive pride
that he met a tragic fate.

Do I have to
search again, madam,

or is this enough for you?

AND THEN THE YEAR AFTER

I WILL START AGAIN

I WILL PROSTITUTE MYSELF

FOR POSTERITY

SCHOOL NEWS

WILL SAY I'M A FAGOT

MAKE MY EYES STINK OF ALCOHOL

I'D BE GOOD TO STOP...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
VANESSA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

It's not a big deal.
Let's say

encouragement from me.

THANKS.

It really touches me.
Very much.

Champagne!

Write, well,
it may seem stupid,

but first it starts
by sitting at a table...

And write every day.

So.

Listen...

I can't tell you anything
again, but...

But I...
Let me see, my darling.

That's wonderful.

Thank you, Jean-Didier.

You are welcome.

Vanessa has so many facilities.

I tell her to be demanding
with herself.

Follow Jean-Didier’s advice.

A literary critic like him
knows what he's talking about.

I'm so proud of you, my darling,

And that's just the beginning.

THANKS.

We write when we are well.

That's why I want
that you always look higher,

higher than you.

Never below.

You understand?

You don't want to stay for dinner?

I can't, you know well.

When are you going to talk to him?

See you next week.

All right?

Kiss your daughter.

Are there no secrets between you and me?

It's our pact.

There is us and the rest of the world.

Men always end
by behaving like bastards.

Your father already...

You should go get some rest.

I'll take care of dinner.

I am glad to see you,
Vanessa.

So happy.

You do not have to be afraid.

You are welcome.

This is where I write.

No.

I read books for adults,
You know.

These books,
we will read them together,

when we know each other better.

Sit down.

I can refer to you informally?

I don't know

if I should be here.

Maybe... it would be better

that I leave?

No. Vanessa,

but you have nothing to fear from me.

I swear it to you before the Blessed Virgin.

The Holy Virgin?

Look at her.

She protects us.

Let's not go too fast.

I was with Gabriel, mom.

I do not know.

Is he in your class?

But no.

Look, he wrote me a poem.

He loves me, he writes it to me.

It's true, look.

Look at.

What did you do?

Mom?

You do not know him.
He is vicious, debauched.

Oh no!

No, you are wrong, I assure you.

He's not like that.
He respects me, mom.

He loves me.

No, he doesn't love you.
He desires your youth.

Oh!

He's a pedophile.

You are not aware?

But anyway, everyone knows it.

You knew it
when you took him home?

If you see him again,
I'm sending you to boarding school.

You do not have the right.

I love it.

I am your mother.
I have all the rights.

You hear me?
You are my responsibility.

Your responsibility?

Your daughter in the back of a car
with a pedophile? That's it?

It makes no sense,
what you say,

I'm not a kid anymore.

You are jealous,

In fact.

You are jealous.

That's it?

If you stop me from experiencing this love,
I will stop college.

I do not care!
I'm going to live in a squat!

In my chest, there is a girl
who hanged herself in her bedroom.

I can do it if you separate me
from him! You hear me!

We are not doing anything wrong.

What happens between us,
It’s beautiful, it’s very rare.

Why a 14 year old girl
would not have the right to love

who does she want?

Maybe when you
know better, will you be disappointed?

I know perfectly who you are.

You and me,
we are the same.

Your mother, she is afraid
of what she doesn't know.

We will prove to them
that true love exists.

Great love, I haven't read it

than in books.

Reassure me, you're not afraid?

No.

And then I've already done things,

with Julien.

Julian? Who is Julien?

Is he a boy your age?

It's when I was little.

Well tell me. Tell me.

We didn't make love.

We just caressed each other,

on holiday.

It was to play.

Caressed?
But were you completely naked?

Sometimes, almost.

But are you going to see him again, this Julien?

Where does he live?

There is something
between you, always?

No.

No.
No?

He no longer interests me.
I swear to you.

Are you sure about it?

I see clearly, in your eyes,
you don't tell me everything.

Tell me the truth.

Do you still like him?

No.

No. And...

He has a girlfriend now.

It won't happen again,
I promise you.

Will you promise me, Vanessa?
Yes.

You promise me?

Yes.

Yes, and then...

He's a kid, you know,
It has nothing to do with you.

But you're still a virgin?

I do.

Yes of course.

My first time, I wanted
live it with someone I love,

and who loves me too.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You know, I love you so much,
that's why,

I do not support,
I will never stand

that another can ask
his hands on you.

That drives me crazy.
You understand? And then...

it could have been terrible
for you, traumatic.

Your first time with a boy
brutal, inexperienced.

It's a chance for you
let me be the first.

You know...

maybe I'm not perfect...

but I have mastered the art of love.

I will be

for you the best teacher.

Tender...

persevering...

and imaginative.

Sorry, sorry.

Don't worry.

I'll take the time.

Because it's you.

Because you are unique.

Are you trembling, my darling child?

You want me to stop?

I won't force you to do anything.

Huh, you know that?

It hurts, it hurts, sorry,
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sorry.

Don't blame me.
It doesn't matter.

We can do otherwise,
You know.

Like a little boy.

Jean-Didier called. We could
have dinner together, the three of you?

You love talking literature with him.

You hurt.

I'm not asking you if you know
Alice in Wonderland.

Well yes, of course, I know.

For what?

This masterpiece
would never have existed

if its author was not
really fell madly in love

of a little girl named Alice.

No, but today we are pushing
screams of horror for everything.

I would have been so proud

that you accompany me to this signing.

Let someone see me with my beautiful schoolgirl.

What are you looking at?

You.

I hadn't been so inspired
for so long.

I wrote about you, I didn't stop,

pages and pages in my diary,

pages in your image, sublime.

You have not forgotten what
Did I explain it to you last time?

In love, nothing is dirty.

There are no dirty or forbidden gestures.

And when things could
appear embarrassing to you,

tell yourself well
that everyone does them

and that's normal.

It's just love.

Why did you do that?
This is my diary.

You disgust me.

You hear, you disgust me.

I'm scared for you.

It's my life, it's none of your business.

NOW,
I'll have to tell him.

Your father will agree with me.

Me, I don't care
of him now,

I do not want to see him any more.

I no longer have a father,

I could lose my mother.
It doesn't scare me.

Vanessa, stop.

Drop that bag, you're not going anywhere!

You hear me? Stopped!

I'm going to go see the cops.

I won't leave you
waste your life with this guy.

He's 50, you're 14!

He's using you!
It's wrong.

Artists have lived passions
with girls my age.

And they were their muses.

I speak to you of great love.

You don't know anything about it.
What have you done in your life?

And you're alone now.

And you hurt me.

Why are you crying?

Plus, you stink of alcohol.

It's okay, go ahead.

Do what you want, I don't care.

You won't have to complain afterwards, will you?

Go ahead, go!

You do not know her.

Nothing was easy for her.

I don't want to sow
discord between you.

I'm afraid you prefer

choose your mother over me.

It is unfair.

I wish my life
either a blank page,

but the past cannot be erased.
Before you,

I lived like a Libertine,

But it's over.

There is only room for you.

You are my redemption, Vanessa.

But if you don't believe in me...

Before you, I loved
another daughter, Francesca.

She made me suffer terribly.

She was jealous, hysterical,
possessive, crazy.

Crazy.

She could have destroyed me.

You are the “ultimate child” I was hoping for.

And if necessary,
I will fight to marry you.

You are my last love.

Culture without conscience
is only ruin of the soul, isn't it?

"Don Giovanni, K.527"
by Mozart

As I never had children,
I have no experience?

No, I didn't say anything like that.

We were all children,
facing our parents first.

It's already an experience.

Mine separated
when I was 6 months old.

I've never seen them together
in the same room.

The nurses educated me.

They gave me the basic rules:

no elbows

on the table.

We don't walk on lawns.

We don't cry,
especially when you're a boy.

And what does that give?
adulthood?

White lies.
Certainly

courteous and friendly in society,

but at what cost?

No, but I think

that must be left
children grow up,

as they want, as they please.

We must let them be wrong,
to hurt one's self...

We have to let them learn.
Being yourself is exactly that.

We can not say
that our generations,

we do not have
exactly the same age...

that we were educated
according to these principles.

Well, let me tell you...

You're not listening, Vanessa.

That you knew

respect your daughter's nature,

and I congratulate you.

She is really

different from the others, she is...

more mature, more authentic...

unique.

I can sleep

at Gabriel's this evening?

No, no, I...

You can not find
that she is a little tired?

Mom, please.

No.

Your mother is right.

My darling child,

We will see each other tomorrow.

Be careful not to
drown yourself in chocolate,

It’s fertilizer for acne.

Your mom works

in publishing, right?

Yes...

She and her mother are close.

Your mother doesn't mind

that you cherish the scandalous,

the sulphurous, the intrepid

rider that we know?

Age difference
don't worry him more?

Love has no age.

Totally agree.
You are brilliant for thinking like that.

Not only,
I think so, but...

I am ready

to shout it loud and clear.
She's a good student.

She had a good teacher.

It is applied.
And very determined.

I am no longer a child.

You are absolutely adorable.

Have you heard from Francesca?

Oh no, very little.

How is Marie-Agnès?

Alright. She is always
so fresh, sparkling.

And although I broke his heart,

she is not yet
too hardened by life.

I saw Diane again

who asked me to participate
at his conference

at the Sorbonne,
I obviously couldn't refuse.

Vanessa is different
others.

She is intelligence.

She is ahead
on absolutely all levels.

Well almost.

It's what?

A love letter.

Why are you sad, then?

I am touched.

His words are magnificent.

I had never read a letter

as beautiful.
I can see?

No.

"That you are not yet ready
for others

"types of reports that modo puerili,

"I do not care,
but you have to make an effort

"to be more daring.

"I think I'm very nice
towards you, right?

"You too,
you could be even more

"and take care of me
as I care for you.

"I told you, in love,

“Nothing is dirty.
Maybe I'm unfair,

"or maybe you're too young
In my opinion.

"But dissatisfaction in a man

"is a source of pain,

"and my ultimate child,

"I dare to hope that you want
make me truly happy. "

Vanessa?

You are not
with your little classmates?

I find them
more and more stupid.

I have nothing more to do with them.

And nothing, no one
I'm not interested in anything except you.

If you leave me, I will kill myself.

I am your schoolgirl, and your child,

your lover,

your little boy,
I will be everything you want.

Ask me what you want.

What could I do to fill
my favorite teacher?

That his schoolgirl applies
to show him what he taught him.

Mom...

Mom, I'm hurt. Mom...

Call Gabriel!

I will come back to see you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Vanessa.

Who's the guy who's coming?
to glare at me?

He's a psychologist,
he's a friend of my mother.

Mmm.

It's rheumatism
acute joint.

He thinks I'm somatizing.

I don't know
what she told him.

Hmm. Yes I see.

I see I see.

Well first, I sit down.

A little back.

I work on my gaze.

Intense, the look.

SO...

I'm listening to you... eh...

Even though I already have an idea
on my young patient.

Pretty, very pretty.

Very very

pretty.

I ask him about his dreams,
and I let her speak.

If she could
send me a transfer quickly.

Well, I know, it's not ethical,

but it is for my cause.

Obviously, I don't tell him.

But, I sharpen my weapons.

Quickly, and be careful,

a powerful quote to stun him.

Here it is:
“The dream is the guardian of sleep”

There she is, she can no longer resist.

I'm holding it.

Come on, the final blow.

Would it lack reference points,
father...

landmark...

Won.

My beautiful child,

consult instead
Doctor Gabriel.

He will tell you that your illness
is not psychosomatic.

It's an infection,

or inflammation.

What an idiot, this psychologist.

Already, by nature,
I never tasted too much

to the sermons of old Sigmund,
but this bullshit

confuse me
with these pastries.

Me...

I prefer nuns.

Are they painful?

At times, but that's okay.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Yes. It's more than that,
we are a couple.

A couple?

Don't be embarrassed
by my question:

you have already had
sexual intercourse?

I would like to make love with him,
but I can not.

It's someone
who pays close attention to me...

but every time he tries,

it hurts me so much,
and it freaks me out, so...

So I'm afraid he's had enough.

Even though he loves me,

I'm afraid he's had enough
that I do not give myself to him,

that he finds me childish
and he leaves me.

It is not fair.

I would like...

I would like so much
that he sees me as a woman,

and not like a kid.

There must be an explanation.

I'll just ask you
to put your feet here.

Alright.

Ah, you are indeed
the virgin incarnate.

I never saw
such an intact hymen,

it's a real chastity belt.

Don't worry like that.

I can help you
if you wish it?

A small intervention
surgical,

under local anesthesia,
and everything will be fine,

without any difficulty,
without any pain.

I love you.

It's a big day.

A sacred day for you and for me.

The pages I will write

will be the most beautiful of my life.

Get back into bed, my darling child.

I never dared to tell you, but...

I too write.

Really.

It is to you that I will devote
my first book.

He will only talk about you.

I don't want to forget anything
from that moment when I initiated you.

One thing I don't write,

and I very quickly have the feeling
for never having experienced it.

I will be your memory.

And you, my child,

you will discover yourself there
like in a mirror.

THE BEAUTIFUL WILL HAVE
MADNESS IN HEAD

AND THE LOVERS

FROM THE SUN TO THE HEART

BUT IT’S VERY SHORT
THE CHERRY SEASON

WHERE WE'RE GOING
TWO PICKS

DREAMING

EARRINGS

CHERRIES OF LOVE
WITH THE SAME ROSES

FALLING

UNDER THE LEAF
IN DROPS OF BLOOD

BUT IT’S VERY SHORT

THE CHERRY SEASON

CORAL PENDANTS

I saw your old guy

kissing
another girl on the bus.

My father told me
that he was a bastard pedophile.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

My writings are and will remain
my worst enemies.

We use a few,
certainly without having read them,

to say anything about me.

And your little brat friend,

be very sure
that he only repeats

what his stupid parents
told him.

Why do not you want
that I read your books?

What are you hiding from me?

I'm just afraid
that some pages may shock you.

And then these writings
no longer correspond to the man

that I have become thanks to you.

When I'm older,
will you still love me?

Thanks to me,

you will be forever young.

I made a big decision,
Vanessa.

I'm going to write a novel
inspired by our meeting.

This will be the witness
of our solar love

and my reformed existence
for beautiful eyes

of a 14 year old girl.

She will be called "Allegra",

he will be called “Nil”.

I don't have the rest.

But there will have to be

twists and turns, suspense.

We will imagine it together.

Yes.

Allegra.

Nile.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I go.

Mr Matzneff.

Minors Brigade.
Delighted.

What can I do for you?

We would like to speak to you.

But of course,
only, I have to surrender

to a signature.
It's a routine visit.

Alright.
But allow me

to say goodbye
to this young student

who came to question me
on my work.

Of course, Mr. Matzneff.

THANKS.

See you soon.

We won't go at the same time anymore
at my studio. Too risky.

We won't be able to walk by hand anymore
in hand nor walking together.

I spent the day hiding

all traces of you.

We are being watched.
We are being spied on.

You will have to wait
to all possible scenarios.

We broke the law.

Never forget that.

Piano

You don't measure
the seriousness of the situation.

It is I who can be condemned.

What if I lost your custody?

Imagine that you find yourself placed
in a host family

until you turn 18?

Oh! You realize?

She types 2 notes.

Everything went wonderfully.

I was absolutely remarkable.

The police assured me
that it was not

just a formality
administrative.

Letters of denunciation
regarding celebrities.

“Sir, we are receiving some
hundreds a day. ”

Can I get you a drink?

Sit down. You are welcome.

I always keep on me

the laudatory letter
that François Mitterrand sent to me.

If they had wanted to arrest me
on the field,

I wouldn't have hesitated
to show them.

Mitterrand?

Really?

He is a great admirer
of my work.

Yes Madam.

The anonymous letter,

I read it.

It was signed
“W., a friend of the mother”.

A friend of the mother?

W?

It does not make sense.

And why not

your friend...

Jean-Didier Wolfromm,

this failed scribbler?

It's true that you canceled
three of his invitations.

Maybe he took it the wrong way?

No, it can't be him.

He encourages me to write,
he is nice.

He encourages you?

It's that bastard.
It does not support

that we can be beautiful
and intelligent at the same time.

He is disgusting.

I am on
that he wants to sleep with you.

How did you want me to write
with this scoundrel on his back.

I was sick of it.

The Lord has put in my path
generous patrons.

They will pay me everything,

bedroom,
as well as my meals at Lipp.

I thanked them.
Do you know

what the type
from the foundation answered me?

Don't thank us,
it's nothing compared to the pleasure

what your books bring us.

I will write to Pierre and Yves

to tell them how much
they know how to surround themselves.

This hotel is unpretentious,
but well located.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

From the window, I can see your college.

You're doing this better and better.

It’s bliss.

What possessed you to put on makeup?

Tonight is a moment
exceptional, so...

You want to look like a lady,
that's it?

No, I wanted to be pretty for you.

Ah, Matzneff, you are there.

What an honor
to have you among us.

THANKS. Good evening.

Have you ever had the pleasure
to meet Vanessa,

my young, very young, my sweet,
very sweet, my tender,

very dear friend,
dear to my heart?

So you're not lying about anything.

After this remarkable argument
under your attentive gaze,

I have no doubt about it
Gabriel Matzneff,

and despite these dark glasses...
No.

Your eyes ask you
problems?

Yes, I have a problem
with my eyes,

but it is above all
as part of the action

for virtue
from the Minister of the Interior.

As soon as I come on your show

without dark glasses,
with my blue eyes,

After some time,
I receive invitations

from the juvenile brigade,

at the Quai de Gèsvres.

I troubled
young female viewers.

The writers go to Quai Conti,
me, at the Quai de Gesvres.

To conclude this show,

let's read these few words
by Gabriel Matzneff.

Quote me. Quote me.

Good evening.

THANKS. Good evening.

It was fantastic.
Thank you so much.

THANKS. It was very interesting.

Stunning.
Thank you. Good evening.

THANKS.

Gabriel. Gabriel.

Don't worry,
continue.

Gabriel.

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

I looked for you in the audience,
I haven't seen you.

It's a shame
that Gabriel did not dine with us.

Where were you placed?

I was very attentive,
but I didn't see you.

And there?

You see me now? Eh?

I am in front of you.

I'm not on TV,
All right?

Are you not interested?

But what's the matter with you, anyway?

You want to see me?

Whore! Start by getting interested
to me when I'm there.

You're disappointed he didn't come.

Stopped.

What will you see at the concert?
Shut up.

There are only two dates.

We must quickly
let's take places.

Hey, it's going to be okay.

It's good.

If I miss them,
I shoot myself.

I love their latest album.

Oh yeah?

Yes. Uh...

I tuned loop.

Oh yeah?

Are you a fan of the Cure?

I didn't think at all
that it was your thing.

And what's my thing, then?

Well yes, I love it, you see.

You could come with us
If you want?

Yeah, definitely.

Yes why not.

The name of this young idiot,

it's what?
Valentine.

Why is this guy inviting you?

if it's not to grope you
between two songs,

or try to corner you
in the dark to kiss you?

I hope you said no?

You are not going to put yourself
to whine?

I'm exhausted.

I worked on my manuscript
all day.

I remind you that I'm leaving tomorrow
and that I need calm.

These few days of treatment,
without tobacco or alcohol,

to eat seeds
and salad, are imperative.

How much will you stay?
time in Switzerland?

Enough so that you can
read the entire Bible.

Two weeks won't be long.

You can enjoy the room,
or my studio. You have the keys.

Come on, take off your clothes.

“These children in Manila

"are fresh asses
from which I take a tiny pleasure

"to set out on a quest.

"A few tickets will be enough
to satisfy my desire.

"I happen to have
up to four kids

"from 8 to 14 years old in my bed

"at the same time

"and to deliver myself with them
to the most exquisite antics.

"Yes, these little boys
that I put here in my bed

"are a rare pepper.

"A path of spices

“which I delight insatiably. ”

Springora, Vanessa?

Absent.

Go ahead, turn around.
Stand in front of me.

Yeah. Come on.

Caress yourself, will you?

I'm looking at you, go ahead.

Come on, show me
your pretty butt.

Like that, it's good, yes.

It's good.
Have you seen how much you turn me on?

Eh? You see
how you excite me.

40,000 francs. I received
40,000 francs from the Academy.

Definitely good people
support me.

What's the matter?

You sulk?

It doesn't make you
happy for me?

I read.

I read everything.

You really fucked
with children?

Those boys in Manila?

And all these girls

which you describe in the smallest detail,

with whom you sleep,

by lying to them all the time?

I would only like
let's talk about it.

I love you.

If I love you.

I love you, but I don't recognize you
not in these books, so...

I won't judge you
if you tell me the truth.

I will only be the last
from a long list.

Go ahead, say it your turn.

I know this criticism by heart.

But I don't blame you.

I just want to understand
who are you really?

And who are you?
with your questions?

A modern version of the Inquisition?

A feminist perhaps?

He will not miss more than that.

There is nothing less attractive

than what you are doing.

You realize well
that you are ridiculous?

Your life before me was supposed to be
much more pleasant.

You regret,

that's it?

It's not just my books
and my girlfriends in life.

There are other topics for discussion.

We can talk politics, religion.

Look what happens
in the world,

Do you at least realize that?

Say something interesting,
You're welcome.

I don't understand you anymore,
Vanessa.

Do you want to inspire me again?

But are you even capable of it?

Mmm.

No. No.
No, I don't feel like it today.

Could we do something else?
For once?

So you have decided
to be unbearable, right?

Marie-Agnès and Diane

had nothing to envy you
in bed, but they,

in addition, were models
in a good mood.

You,

you don't know how to enjoy
of the present moment,

like most
good women elsewhere.

It's in your genes.

You look more and more like your mother.

I shall report you
that I'm only 15 years old,

as you know it.

So I'm not yet
what we call a good woman.

Besides, what do you know about it,
Women's?

After 18 years

no, 16, nothing more
don't be interested in them.

You decided to make me suffer?

Or, you want

that I break away from you?

I sincerely worry
of the imprint

that you will leave on my readers.

You will end up disappointing them,
them too.

Because I,

when I write,
I sign a pact with them,

and I owe them the whole truth.

And the truth is that I had
future plans with you,

dreams of the future.

But now, you scare me.

I finally see your true face

hysterical liar.

No.

This is not true.

That's not true?
No.

It's not true?
But then, wait.

So. Ah, here it is:

"Your love for me
is a shining sun

"and enlightens
everything we have experienced together

“since our first kiss. ”

Or...

And this one, with a more direct style:

"I passionately want
have thousands more times

"dizziness when you caress me,
three small dots.

"With you, I become happy again,
but also crazy

"of desire, of your body, of your skin,

"from your mouth.

"I love you. "

Eh?

"I love you. Et cetera, et cetera. "

Were you even sincere?

Because, there, me too,
I need to be reassured.

Be reasonable.

Vanessa!

Vanessa?

Take off your clothes, please.

Take off your clothes, please.

Please.

Junk feminism,

wickedness and manipulation,

It’s Vanessa syndrome.

She persecutes me.

His desire for possession tortures me.

It's even worse than Francesca.

She doesn't have her charisma,

it is simply predictable.

It's a fail.

My poor little girl
became enraged,

hysterical, unbearable.

No!
That's a hell of a

portrait of you in my black notebook.

No, you don't have the right!

And without the strength of our love,

Vanessa will inevitably fall
in wandering,

depravity and madness.

And madness.

In a castle made of mirrors...

a beautiful princess with golden hair

Was pining for...

For never having found love,

when a...

A brave knight came to save her.

He was the nicest...

The kindest and most beautiful
of all the nobles of the kingdom.

And when she saw him...

for the first time...

she knew, immediately...

that it was his...

great love...

for eternity.

And...
Yuri?

Why is Vanessa crying?

Shh.

I'm the evening babysitter.

I'll take over.

So, shall we have a drink?

It's a new bar,

with good music.

But OK,

it won't take long,
otherwise they will punish us.

As per usual,
I know them.

You listen to me?

Here we go?

Yes, let's go.

How dare you again
make a scene for me,

while I'm at work?

No, you have no idea
of what a creator is.

What you read is just the draft
of a future novel,

it has nothing to do
with us, with you.

It's finish.

I'm leaving you.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

We should be able to talk,
otherwise, it will end badly.

Very bad.

After all the efforts
that I did for you...

you see clearly that this is your madness
who is ruining everything.

No!

Are you fucking talkin' to me?

Are you fucking talkin' to me?

Are you?

You still don't have it?

Are you fucking...

Taxi Driver. De Niro, right?

No.

I wanted to be an actor,
but I will be a better lawyer.

I went back to law school,
as a free candidate.

It is not easy,
but I'm going to work hard,

and I'm going to get there.

Then I would like to do this
for my mother, too.

She raised me alone,

and now,
It's up to me to help him.

Your father, he no longer lives with you?

No. No, my father
he died of a stroke.

He was Russian.

I would have liked
know him better, but...

What a coincidence,
my boyfriend is also russian.

Ah.

Oh?
Oh.

And has it been a long time?
Finally, what are you going out with?

I'm being indiscreet, right?

Sorry, I allow myself,
We barely know each other.

No no,
that's not it, it's...

It's because I never talk about it,
that's all.

Nobody can understand.

And what we could not
not understand?

That...

That I lock myself away
in a hotel room

with an older guy
than my own father, who cheats on me

and who lies to me.

He has more experience than me,
and he...

He is very intelligent,
then he is probably right.

They must be
more interesting than me.

So, I hate myself.

I hate myself and I fart
the lead for nothing.

That's all.

You're smart.

You're super pretty.

You have your life ahead of you.

Everything is fine.

Vanessa.

Sit down, please.

I tremble, I am moved.

Because... Boy?

Yes.
The same thing

for the pretty lady.
Immediately Sir.

I had a spectacular idea.

I have big news to tell you.

I have to leave for Manila
finish our novel,

and I would like you to accompany me.
I invite you.

In this hotel

that I love so much, Harrison Plaza.

This novel I'm writing

will tell the most beautiful
love stories: ours,

as I see it.

And above all, there,

we will be far away, you and me.

“Allegra and Nile. ”

Both of us, together.

And you'll want to have sex
with little boys?

Do not talk nonsense.

I just want you to understand
why I love this country.

This is out of the question.

I will never let you leave
the territory without my permission.

Manila and more?

Vanessa, this is for you.

Hi.

Uh...

I was thinking, this...

Would you like to go
to the cinema together?

No I can not.
I'm sorry.

Actually, I especially wanted to talk to you.

I do not stop

to think about what you told me
the other day.

I don't think you give up
consider how much

this guy takes advantage of you
and hurts you.

You're not crazy.

You have to regain confidence in yourself
and leave him.

I'll miss you.

Gabriel?

Was there in your childhood

or in your adolescence
an adult who played for you too

this role of initiator?

Yes. Once.

When I was 13.

A friend of my parents.

How are you?

How are you?

Hi.

It's 2 a. m.

Yes I understand.

I will tell him.

I swear to you.

See you tomorrow.

He called three times today.

He is worried.

What are you playing like that?

I left him, mom.

I left Gabriel.

The poor.

You're sure?

He adores you.

I'm going to live with Yuri.

Are you in love with this boy?

Yes.

I can no longer live
with you, do you understand?

You will come to dinner
at home together?

I'll make food.

Wait, wait.

You're sure?

I don't want to hurt you.

I'm not fine?

I did something
who didn't you like?

I disappointed you, didn't you like it?

It's too much happiness, that's all.

You know we talk a lot about you
in the teachers' room.

But I don't judge you,
Unlike them.

I am an admirer.

Allegra.

I have to go to class.

I'm sorry.

Let me go, let me go,
Let go of me!

What are you doing
with me first?

Don't you see that...

Can't you see that I'm disgusted?

Vanessa?

It's you?

Vanessa?

You are home?

Are you back?

Vanessa?

Come on, open this door.

"Before me, you were nothing
than a lost girl.

“I saved you.

"What will become of you
without my absolute love?

“l’m terribly worried, Vanessa.

"We both know
that you are fragile,

"unstable, vulnerable.

"You need me. "

Vanessa Springora!

It's not self-service here.

You are required
to respect schedules.

Who do you think you are?

No one gets a free pass here.

It is not you

who dictates the rules, as far as I know.

So.

What does it take it?

Hey!

That's enough.

Following the two tips
of discipline

due to your recurring absences,

without counting the bad example
that you give to other students,

your teachers
have taken a dislike to you.

Because you deny their authority,
you understand?

You know that schooling

is no longer obligatory
from 16 years old.

So, I suggest you resign,

on your own,
for personal reasons.

And, for your future,
it's better that there isn't

trace of a referral.

*Absolutely.

So, Gabriel Matzneff
who is in front of you,

if there is a real teacher
sex education,

It’s still Gabriel Matzneff.

*Of another kind.

*He gives lessons

and paying personally.

You like to seduce and initiate.

Why do you specialize

in high school girls
and the kitties?

Above 20 years old,
Are you no longer interested?

*I like having someone
which is not yet hardened by life.

As men are in general

either selfish or cowardly,

women can only get tougher.

A very young girl is kind,

even if she becomes hysterical,
when she is old.

She's still nicer...

*But why
collect them so much?

Your friends say

that you are not inventing anything.

So you must lie: the telephone,

so that they don't meet...

You make love in the morning
in the afternoon, in the evening.

The question is a bit vulgar:

are you fucking for your newspaper?

The more mistresses there will be,
the more pages there will be.

*No. I hate
people who turn the page,

who deny the beings they have loved,

who forget everything they have experienced.

I have a memory for others.

*Yes, Denise Bombardier?

*Mr Matzneff seems pitiful to me.

I don't understand that in this country,

literature, in quotes,

used as an alibi
to this kind of confidences.

Mr. Matzneff sodomizes
little girls aged 14, 15,

who are crazy about him.

We know well that little girls
can be crazy

of a gentleman who has a literary aura.

Old gentlemen attract
children with candy.

Mr Matzneff
attracts them with his reputation.

But we don't know

how these little girls
14 or 15 years old

who suffered, what we call

in reports
between adults and young people,

abuse of power,

how do they get by,
these little girls?

I believe that these little girls
are withered

for the rest of their lives.

I don't understand
how can we publish...

I stole your clothes.

How do I look?

Do you think it suits me?

Or does it sound like a bitch?

It's old.

Seems vulgar, right?

Opera "Don Giovanni, K. 527"
by Mozart

It's war outside.

I'm on a mission.

You have to believe me.

I see things
that you don't know.

I think they are
a different army.

That all this
is perfectly organized.

Could I
have a book?

Books can excite
your imagination,

you shouldn't.

You must never return

in the hidden time of memories,

from the blessed time of his childhood.

The party was good, huh?

They all came

only for you.

Did it please you at least?

It was a little too much,
my garlands, right?

It was perfect, mom.

If you blew out the candles,
NOW,

just for the two of us.

Come on.

Hop.

Just go.

Go ahead, take a breath.

Please.

*The war had thrown us there
We lived like outlaws

I loved that...

Oh my springs
Oh my crazy lost years

Oh my 15 years Oh my wonders

How bad I am to have come back

Oh the fresh nuts of September

This song makes me cry
every time.

Not you?

*Alas...

You must never return

*In the hidden time of memories

From the blessed time of his childhood

Because among all the memories
Those from childhood are the worst

Those from childhood
tear us apart

Oh, my dearest O my mother

So where are you today?

You sleep in the warmth of the earth

And I came here

To find your laughter there

Your anger and your youth

*And I am alone with my distress

Alas

Why did I come back?

*And alone at the bend of these streets

I'm cold, I'm scared
The evening bends

Why did I come here
Where my past crucifies me

She sleeps forever my childhood

"July 28

“1986, 5:20 p. m.

"My penis has triumphed over the hymen
of my beautiful lover of 14 years.

“Friday the 19th.

“Vanessa caressed me

"voluptuously...

"27, 28, 29... Vanessa,

“jealous, unbearable.

“September 30.

"Yesterday, hysterical screaming
by Vanessa.

"November, December, January,

"the 3rd, the 12th, the 14th.

“My disappointment prevails.

"The 24th. Despite my sacrifices,

"I suffer the violence of an unjust

"and tyrannical mistress.

“It’s inevitable.

"25, 26, 27,

“Vanessa is only 15 years old
and you can already guess

"the good woman she will be,
like his mother.

“Yes, Vanessa is already a woman.

“And 31.

“Close the ban. ”

Vanessa,

everything is fine.

*-2nd floor.

Good morning.
Good morning.

No, but let's be clear:

It’s pity and cronyism.
You're not going to do it too.

Have you read the press?

If you talk about this controversy

thrown around by young journalists,

it's a joke. Cry scandal

that he finally receives his Renaudot.

All because he said this price

rewarded his entire work.

Suddenly, we are indignant.

A work where he speaks
of girls in love

that he slept in his bed,

as if they ignored
what they were doing.

What are we talking about?

And these stories

sex tourism in the Philippines,

can we talk about it too?
Another era.

Otherwise what?

Céline is censored,

Genet, and even good old Gide?

No, literature has all the rights.

This ridiculous quarrel
will only be a flash in the pan.

He is tough,

and he knows how to defend himself.

He always embodies freedom
of expression, transgression.

And you, Vanessa,

What do you think?

For so many years,
I go around in circles in my cage.

My dreams are populated
of murder and revenge.

Until the day the solution
finally presents itself,

there, before my eyes,

as evidence:

take the hunter
in his own trap,

lock it in a book.