Ararat
- You can't bring this in.
- Please.
- No fruit or vegetables.
That includes...
pomegranates. It's on your form.
- I like to eat the seed
of this fruit.
One each day. For luck.
- I'm sorry, that's not allowed.
[Announcement]:
For securityreasons, please do not leave
your bags unattended.
Veuillez garder avec vous
vos bagages a main
en tout temps
pour des raisons de securite
- What are you doing?
- This way, I don't need
to bring it in.
I eat it here,
at the gate of your country.
Look.
So, I bring luck in my stomach.
Will you try it?
Raffi, the real point of this poem
is that the girlfriend is crazy!
'No!' The girlfriend said angrily,
'I want your mother's heart!'
So the boy went and killed his mother.
You know what they say...
There's always
As he ran through the streets
with her heart in his hands,
he tripped and fell.
His mother's heart cried out...
'My poor boy!'
'Did you hurt yourself?'
- You know what?
I completely forgot
you had a party.
- I told you she...
The party's not the point.
The fact is, you make
these physical appearances
I mean, it makes
perfect sense to me.
- Why would I need
to tell anyone?
- I'm not saying
you need permission.
Permission for what?
- Celia, just try to understand
her point of view.
Raffi, stop talking about your mother.
Why can't I read her book?
- Just wait till it comes out.
- But you've read it.
- Give me your copy.
- No.
- Why not?
I'm part of the family.
- Look, I promised her that I...
- What?
- I wouldn't give you my copy.
- Please.
- Celia, come on.
- I'm making it hard for you
to be the perfect son.
I'm sorry.
- I don't get why
it has to be this way.
- Yes, you do.
- I was happier
when you got along.
- It wasn't as much fun.
- Says who?
- The ghost of the father...
my father, not yours.
Yours died like a hero.
Mine died in a stupid accident,
according to her.
You look after your goals,
Raffi. And l'II look after mine.
- Did you give her my book?
- This is too weird for me.
- What is weird, Raffi?
Smoking pot? Or sleeping
with your step-sister?
- I'm old enough to know what...
- What are you telling me, Raffi?
That this is all normal?
That she should continue
to harass me?
Tell people that l'm responsible
for her father's death?
No one asked her to come here.
She could've stayed in Montreal.
- She needed us.
- What she needs is to destroy me
the same way
- Mom...
- She will never understand
why I stopped loving her father's.
- I'm not accountable to her.
- I am.
- Why?
- Because I love her.
That's a new twist to the story.
Why do you need to call it a story?
Don't you have anything better to do
at your age than fall in love?
My age? You were married at my age!
- Thank you.
- Tony, why don't you say grace.
- For what we are about
to receive, may the Lord
make us truly grateful. Amen.
- Amen.
- Dad?
- Yes.
- Why didn't you say 'Amen'?
- Well, I say it inside.
- Inside where?
- Inside my head.
- Can God hear it
inside your head?
- What do you think, Dad?
- God hears all your thoughts.
- But you don't believe in God.
Grandpa, that's not really
what happened.
- See you.
- Bye, Grandpa.
- Here's the situation, Dad.
Whenever Tony comes over alone,
he's fine.
We play, he laughs,
he's full of joy.
Whenever you're around,
he becomes quiet and withdrawn.
- That isn't true, Philip.
- And we can't stand it.
The more oppression you...
- Oppression?
He loves when l'm there.
- The more you bring this heavy
cloud into our apartment,
the more he believes
that the way we live is wrong.
- Now, I have never
told him that.
- You don't need to.
He can feel your disgust.
- Philip...
- And where did he get that...
Ali doesn't believe in God?
- He asked me why your friend
doesn't say grace with us...
- My friend.
- I told him he had his own God.
And that's true.
Philip, l'm...
l'm trying really hard to...
accept all this. I really am.
- Dad...
you're retiring soon.
You're gonna have a lot
of time on your hands.
Either you make an effort
to change your attitude,
or you're not... welcome
at our place anymore.
- Turkey.
- Can you open this?
What are these?
- It's film.
It's motion-picture film.
It's for a movie.
I have, uh...
- This sort of thing is usually
done through a bonder.
- Well, they wanted me
to hand-deliver it.
- Who's 'they'?
- It's very valuable footage.
- Can you open it?
- Well, no.
It's exposed film.
It'II destroy it.
- Oh?
- It's for a movie that's
being shot here in Canada.
I had to go to Turkey
to get some process shots.
- Process shots?
- Shots that'II be used
for digital effects. And plates.
That sort of thing.
- I don't understand.
- There needs to be scenes
of hundreds of people
passing through these places.
And it's too expensive
to take actors and extras
to the middle of nowhere, so we
shoot empty shots of locations.
It's cheaper
- Huh.
L'II be back.
Arshile Gorky's Studio
New York City, 1934
of the most influential figures
in modern art.
His most famous painting,
'The Artist and His Mother,'
is based on a photograph
that was taken in 1912;
the only image that exists
of the artist's early life
in his native land.
Gorky is seen holding
as a fragrant gift
to his absent father,
the intended recipient
of this remarkable photograph.
- I'm confused.
Had Gorky changed his name
by this point?
- No.
He changed it in his twenties,
after his arrival
to the United States.
- Celia, sit down.
- Gorky looks prematurely solemn.
With almond eyes and oval face,
his hair combed neatly
to the side,
Shushan looks bravely
at the camera,
challenging her absent husband...
- Challenging?
Why would you say that?
Isn't it obvious he knew
the Armenians were about to be
massacred? He went to America
to prepare a life
for his family.
They wanted to send him
a photograph
to let him know
they're still alive.
There's nothing challenging...
why his father did not return.
- Celia, just sit down. Come on.
- Aren't you confusing Gorky's
father with your dead husband?
I mean, your first dead husband.
The one who was shot
by the police. The terrorist.
- Sit down.
Sit down. We're here
to listen to this lecture.
- Let's go.
- 'The Artist and His Mother'
is not simply a painted version
of a photograph.
The differences underline
the expressive elements
that make this piece
such a powerful
work of art.
Gorky's homage to his mother was
bound to take on sacred quality.
His experience as a survivor
of the Armenian genocide
is at the root
of its spiritual power.
With this painting, Gorky had
saved his mother from oblivion,
snatching her
out of a pile of corpses
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