Anni felici

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This is me...

Gimme a kiss.

Serena and Guido, my parents.

From behind, my brother Paolo.

The history of my family

in the summer of '74.

- Do you know Pirate Dog?

- Sure, the one in the ads.

Good kid!

Show us.

- Great!

- Like it?

Where did you buy it?

What? I draw him.

- Didn't you tell him?

- Go make some real art!

Like it?

He makes me laugh every time.

Good, I'm glad.

I make art:
Paintings,

sculptures and drawings.

Because you lack the courage

to take a stand,

or you'd do just one thing,

but you don't want

to take a critical stand.

I minister to body and soul,

my dear.

- Can't we watch?

- No, outside!

- C'mon, can't we stay?

- Get moving!

Can we at least

smash the car outside?

Sure, here are some tools.

You go smash the car too.

- Out!

- Please, five minutes...

Please...

Hey kid, what are you doing?

- Our dad said we could.

- Who are you?

- Who are you?

- Who am I?

I'm your damn ticket to hell!

Shove off, you witch!

THOSE HAPPY YEARS

Five minutes.

Strange things happened

in my father's studio:

Liquid plaster became solid,

scaffolding became figurines and

things turned into other things.

It came easy to him,

so he thought it was wrong.

- Is this okay?

- There's a fly.

He wanted to be an avant-garde

artist at all costs.

Why did he have this ambition

and not the one within reach,

simply to be a happy person?

Don't move!

If all actors, sculptors,

painters and singers

disappeared

from the face of the Earth,

no one would ever know it.

Want the truth?

I'd like to be like he was.

What was he like?

Nasty.

- Now?

- Wait.

Can I?

Kids, let's not tell Mom

I worked with a nude model today.

Yeah, or she'll jump on it!

- Let's avoid...

- Useless arguing.

Painting, sculpting,

shaping a figure

makes no sense today.

Who says? This artist.

- Who is this artist?

- Piero Manzoni.

Piero Manzoni, good.

It's also written there,

that's his signature.

Does anyone know who this is?

Yves Klein.

Yves Klein, good.

Lf, in Manzoni,

the model was still, static,

here the bodies acquire time

and space, they become action.

With Vito Acconci it's the body

of the artist himself

which is the work of art.

In this case,

his signature is a kiss,

in other cases, as we'll see,

a bite

is his trademark.

Dad hasn't seen us.

Now I'd like to see

who still wants to paint,

shape and sculpt.

See you...

See you tomorrow.

Couldrt you introduce me

to your students?

Serena, I've said a thousand times

I don't like mixing work

and family, so what do you do?

You show up at the Academy

with the kids.

- And with that attitude...

- What attitude?

- With your attitude...

- What attitude?

You didn't want me to see

how that girl looked at you.

- What girl?

- That one there.

At the Academy?

They're just kids!

C'mon, don't nag me today,

today's a special day.

What's today?

Helke, the one

I make the lamps for,

recommended me to the director of

an important exhibition in Milan.

I've already sent the material,

he asked to meet me,

the appointment's in 30 minutes.

Okay? Good girl.

I have to go.

Okay, see you at home later.

Bye, kids.

So, do we come too?

Didn't you hear me?

No, you can't come!

There he is, that's the director.

Should we wait here?

Do we come or wait here?

- We'll wait for you...

- I don't know!

I guess we'll leave...

What is it?

Serena, does Guido

get paid for this exhibition?

Money's the last thing for Dad.

- What's the first?

- We are.

Then work.

So he can buy me a movie camera!

I wonder what pieces

he'll take to Milan!

I like the sculpture

of you as babies,

you look like angels.

But when he sees it,

he says:
Conventional.

When Dad says "conventional"

he means it sucks.

I know... conventional!

- Honey!

- What are you doing here?

You told me...

We said we'd wait.

It's done, all the important

critics will be there:

Rossi Zoldan, Fava, Tarantelli.

I have to work,

I'll lock myself in the studio

and no distractions,

there's a month left.

- You've got tons of sculptures.

- It's not for sculptures.

They're inviting artists

to do a performance.

- Like what you showed

your students? - Right.

Don't you think

you should thank your friend?

Come on, I'll introduce you.

- Me too?

- Come on!

Now I see why the children

are so beautiful,

it's because of your wife.

Thank you,

also for the favor to Guido.

Opportunity, it's not always

a question of favors.

You're such a drag,

it's clear what she meant.

This shop is nice,

can I look around?

Sure.

Stop jumping!

Don't touch that, it costs!

I'm really pleased

about this Milan thing.

Guido did this.

And did Dad do this too?

Yes, that's Michelle

and that's Gabriella.

Michelle and Gabriella...

Which one is more beautiful?

The Madonna.

No, this is figurative,

what did I explain?

Let's try again.

Everything that's beautiful

has to be new.

So, where's the beauty?

Do you understand?

Who's this Michelle?

Answer me.

What's Michelle

got to do with anything?

Please, I'm explaining something.

Answer me!

Come on, the one you like best!

Forget what I said.

- That one! - This one?

You just don't get it!

Between these?

The gold one.

Forget about it!

Why's the all-blue one pretty?

I can do that too.

You can now, but you

hadrt thought of it before,

so you didn't know how.

Think I don't know

why that bed is in the studio?

For Gabriella and for Michelle!

You're making a scene over a model

who helps me make lamps?

She helps you naked?

Who told her about Michelle?

Who told her about Michelle?

- Did you?

- It was him!

Serena, look,

Picasso had three wives...

I've heard this so many times,

I've had it!

He had three wives, four kids

but no one told him what to do!

Lower your voice!

No one told Picasso what to do!

Why don't you ever model my body?

I model it when I embrace you,

you're my love,

you're not my work.

Anyway Michelle and Helke

were together.

Really?

See who you're jealous of?

A woman who gets a mold of her ass

so the other can look at it all

day in the shop.

You see, art and love

are the same thing?

Shut up!

Shut up...

Shut up!

Don't look at me like that,

I can't stay,

I have to work,

I'm behind on the performance.

I understand,

just don't get worked up.

- Who's worked up!

- You are.

Guido underestimated

Serena's superpowers.

Like in summer, when her family

moved to the beach near Rome,

he planned to drop us there

and go work alone in his studio,

at least for an afternoon.

My mother had her way

of getting him to stay.

She wasrt particularly

fond of art,

but she was crazy

about the artist.

We were always there,

too bad no one noticed.

Come on!

Okay, I'll have a bite and leave.

Don't come at all

with that long face.

No, but I don't want them

to notice my hard-on.

- Can you see it?

- Yes.

Because you're wearing tight

pants.

Serena, will you buy me

a movie camera?

I don't answer

anyone not calling me Mom.

Mom, can I have a dog?

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