Amorosa
- Year:
- 1986
- 117 min
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No, not from the land of cuckoo's!
From a nordic kingdom,
from the nobility!
We get rooms next to each other.
The child is safe with me.
Earth tumbles! The abyss
will open, and devour us all.
We will be thrown into space
and down the abyss! It's spinning!
I'm so afraid!
It's the abyss, I knew it!
Into the silencing darkness,
I will follow you there.
Alone in fragile vessel
the sailor on the wide sea.
The starry vault over him burns,
below him roars terrifyingly his grave.
Onward! So is his fate's order.
Where is the child?
Be with me, my love.
I'll handle it.
My dear friend Sprengel, if I don't
get the child, I'll go mad for real!
Give me the child, Sprengel.
My work is my child. That's why
I need to have it with me, doctor!
They speak a different language, my love.
My love! Bring the child!
You were a big sh*t, Sprengel!
You're not only betraying me with a
bunch of whores, you steel my child too!
My love!
Amore! Amore... amore!
This was the story of my life
and the revenge on my family.
You poor nobility!
Who no longer wants me.
Who has turned your faces
away from me...
I'm telling the truth.
I'm not lying.
You come rushing as if the popes
genitalia was on fire!
And I've been locked up half
the night like any other fool!
You use foul play, you bastards!
Who can defend oneself
against crudeness like yours?
Agnes...
What are you up to?
Agnes, don't touch the child!
Agnes, don't touch the child!
Agnes, don't touch the child!
What have I done?
What on earth have I done?
I've destroyed everything, Pa.
I've destroyed everything.
Forgive me, Pa. Forgive me...
Can Boo-boo forgive Pa for not
being able to protect our child.
No! No...!
Thank you, Master. Boo-boo was so stupid
that Master had to take her to the vet.
Forgive me.
Boo-boo wants to go home.
I have to go home...
Even if I had to
walk all the way.
One can never return.
Return to my childhood, to my
wonderful and ridiculous childhood.
My family,
I'll never escape you.
I hate those noble surnames ending
with stierna, with crona, with skjold!
In my body, they constantly turn
and fester into a terrible abscess!
And still, you want to go home?
Sometimes hating, sometimes loving
ones country and ones family.
Sourpuss, why will you never
play with us?
No, Adolf, I don't want
to play anymore. You square!
You're so pale. Breathe some fresh air
and give your poor mother a kiss.
Poor mother, it will be
a terrible day for you.
Edvard's parents-in-law will
cherish you in no time.
He is a factory owner, mummy!
A factory owner?!
He looks like a tanner!
Hand me the fishing rod!
No, no way, mother!
Hand me the fishing rod!
Are you angry, mother?
Are you angry too?
The food is served.
May I escort you, Doll?
one of these days.
I enjoy funerals almost
as much as weddings.
Cute as ever and immensely vulgar!
Please be seated, Countess!
May I call you Eva? My name is Felix.
What a wonderful engagement between
our beloved children! Eva, help yourself.
As expected, they cherish you already.
Poor, mummy!
This is only a small hors d'oeuvre
before the salmon and the chateaubriand.
Bon apptit, Countess!
My salmon...!
My beautiful salmon...!
How vulgar...!
Help yourself, Countess!
Agnes will bring discredit on the family again.
My sister is rather eccentric, you know.
She plays the trumpet, and she kicks
football better than I.
And she writes a diary and small verses
too. A real nuisance...
I raise my glass to the newly engaged.
My beloved, Edvard!
Hell of a road to be sinuous!
You interest me. Nothing seems
to coincide in your personality.
Sometimes I seem like
a puzzle to myself.
It's not very feminine
for a woman to play the trumpet...
Would you like to take a look at my map?
We are traveling all the way to the end of...
I think all art is useless.
May I also take a look at that map?
Thank God!
Now it's only three hours left
to the next delectation! Thank you.
Gerhard!
Gerhard...!
Wait for me! I'm coming.
Gerhard Odenkrantz.
Come, let's go swimming.
My mother is always criticizing me.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
Can you speak to your mother?
One can never understand ones family...
Mom is untouched by life. She
believes everyone is good. I'm a sceptic.
I don't want to be stuck in a narrow circle
of acquaintances. I want to live differently!
I want to... write
after my own mind.
Mother, refuses to understand my desire.
To her, family is almost a sacred concept.
Did you play that game when you were
younger? How it feels to kiss a shoulder.
Ava... I'd love it if you
would become my best friend.
I long for someone I can
talk to, about real things.
Forgive me! I almost
proposed to you...!
That was odd. But, I'd like it
if you became my best friend.
Do you promise?
Thank you.
Did Gerhard kiss you?
How does it feel to get kissed by
a man? Do you think it feels different?
I'm reading a novel
about a woman who shivers when...
...a man kisses
her neck and...
...shoulders... and her chest.
If I close my eyes and imagine
that special someone,
could I ask you to kiss me,
the way a man would have done it?
You can never kiss me like that!
Did you enjoy it?
Yes, it was too enjoyable.
Once upon a time there was a woman...
...who entered the world
to look for love.
Is mother feeling alright?
She's calmer now.
Doctor Iller gave her an injection.
Poor father...
I'll note down the expenses... Your
notes will probably be more exciting.
I write about love.
Mother would like to talk with you
about that subject.
What does mother know about love?
What does Agnes know about love?
Be careful.
So you'll not end up like Aimee...
...who got sent to a mental institution
soon after her engagement.
It's in the family, Pa.
We are allergic to love. It makes us
sick. The women anyway.
How come, Pa?
How come we're afraid of love?
Why? Always "why?".
Can love make you sick, Pa?
Can it?
You're living in a fantasy.
If I didn't, would I have
the strength to live?
God, you two look
like a loving couple!
Dr. Iller, would you like to meet our daughter?
It was so long since we last saw you.
Agnes has grown up.
Whispers:
It would be wonderfulto sleep with Agnes.
You're not writing anything inappropriate,
I hope? We want you to make us proud.
Don't be worried. It will be
a cheerful little girl's book.
"Daughter of Colonel Ernst von
Krusenstjerna and his wife Eva"
"Daughters daughter to
Erik Gustaf Geijer... "
Maybe it was because of my nobility
that my book was accepted.
Our well-behaved little daughter...
An authoress...!
I'll go get Dr. Illers coat.
Poor young woman! She has
taken on a hard lap.
Love can't be forced.
It will come by itself.
But she didn't yet know.
Love...
...tenderness...
...infatuation...
...infatuation...
...eroticism...
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