Bluebeard
- R
- Year:
- 1972
- 125 min
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Peter, where are they now?
What's he doing?
How should I know?
Besides, what could he...
Greta!
You shouldn't
have screamed, my dove.
Oh, shut up!
Peter, they're gone!
Thank God our technical progress
is not so perfect
that things don't
occasionally go wrong.
If the lights
had not gone out tonight,
I wouldn't have had you
to myself, even for a second.
But I'm sorry that your mother
was frightened.
My mother's easily
frightened by everything.
But my father, there's a man
who gets happier as the day goes on.
By evening...
Ah, yes. Yes.
And you...
what are you like?
Me? I don't know.
I really don't.
All I know is that I'm
And tomorrow...
what will you be like?
Oh, tomorrow?
Tomorrow I'll probably be sad.
Then let me come
and see you tomorrow
because I want you to stay happy.
You're so beautiful, Greta.
And you.
No, no.
How long have you had it?
What?
The beard!
Oh, since the war...
only since the war.
Not even for me?
- Why, don't you like it?
- I like it!
I just wonder what you
look like without it.
Oh, horrible, horrible.
Even my own mother...
Well, I was in this...
air fight and I was
shot down by the Russians,
and the plane crashed
and burst into flames,
and I was a little slow getting out.
Scar tissue and some strange
chemical reaction and...
I can't shave,
and that's why I have
this ridiculous color.
Oh, I love it. I really do.
Does it tickle?
Why don't we find out?
Why does... does it look at me like that?
Why did it attack me?
It was my mother's cat.
And now it's jealous.
But it must not be.
My baby! What happened?
What has he done to you?
It's nothing, Mother.
Your daughter is of such beauty
that even the flowers and animals
are jealous of her.
Come, we're going home!
Where's your father?
Baron, if you don't mind,
some important business.
Are you enjoying the party?
Oh, Baron,
out here things
are always wonderful,
but in the cities
where we have to live...
Don't forget,
tomorrow as happy as tonight.
Come on!
First the steel workers,
now the textile workers.
The strike's lasted a week now!
We could whip them in a fair fight.
But they've behaved like cowards.
Infltrate the workers.
Order's what we need.
Law and order.
You should hear
production reports,
Men who can't tell
wine from champagne.
The trouble is, my dear Baron,
that some Bolshevik ideas
have managed to get through
even to the fathers.
Order's what we need! Order!
What we really need
is a man like you.
Everyone respects you.
You are a war hero.
They know you're a brave man
with no axe to grind.
You could straighten out
the whole problem.
Order's what we need. Law and order.
Perhaps if you spoke to them
and reminded them that they must
show respect for the law,
respect for traditions.
Speak to them?
Let's not lose our heads,
my dear fellows.
I don't think
that speaking to them
is what's called for.
One must find the correct
solution to each problem.
They are coming!
Even our lord bows down
before your beauty, my darling.
Darling?
Darling?
Darling, please come on.
It's our second anniversary.
The guests expect a great hunt.
After all the due ascertainment
demanded by the law,
this office declares that the death
of the Baroness
Greta Von Sepper,
resident of this district,
was caused by a tragic hunting error.
And therefore,
the Von Sepper case
is officially closed.
We authorize the internment
of the above mentioned
Baroness Von Sepper.
I'll get it.
I hope I do not disturb you.
for the happiness
your performance
brought us tonight.
And to think,
we were afraid Europe
might be too serious,
too refined, for our silly American...
On the contrary. Culture always bows
before grace and beauty.
it's just that I'm at a loss for words.
Such a lovely compliment,
Please, carry on.
Delighted.
Will you dine tonight with me?
Oh, thank you sir.
Oh, uh, may I
accept immediately?
Or must I first
know your name?
What are the rules
of the game here in Europe?
Since the war,
there have been
no rules in Europe.
You may accept immediately.
Either the wind
or an indiscreet admirer.
It's not always glamorous,
often just squalor.
Shabby rooms in shabby hotels.
Cold dressing rooms.
But the life is really interesting...
dull and fascinating
at the same time.
Do you always live here?
No, sometimes I travel,
but I much prefer
to be here on my own land.
And I have my pets,
my photographs,
and Marka, the mute, of course.
Strange old woman.
She's like one
She's always been here,
so there's no reason to get
upset if you bump into her.
You like being alone?
That was a stupid
question, wasn't it?
in a place like this?
So full of beautiful things.
Oh, I love the castle.
I love the park, the woods,
these curtains, these walls,
furniture.
I even like these
strange photographs.
And me.
Do you like me?
Of course.
You're rich, handsome, and powerful.
But do you love me?
I do think you're
rushing me a little.
But if you insist.
Can the bride make a toast?
Of course!
To the most wonderful man
I've ever known.
To all of his friends,
and to me because
I'm so happy tonight.
Hear, hear!
Gentlemen, I'm amazed.
Men who have fought
in the war, in the trenches,
bombs, even communists.
The ladies' reactions
I can understand,
but the gentlemen's...
It bothers you, darling.
Nothing in this house
must ever bother you.
Forgive me, darling.
I just can't keep my eyes open.
I drank too much.
Darling.
No, hold it. Hold it. That's perfect.
You are a man of iron.
Come here.
Darling, darling,
I have to get a fresh roll of film.
Now you hold that,
that's perfect like that.
I'll only be a few minutes.
Don't move!
I can see her now.
Always surrounded by smoking pots,
and I was always
wanting to taste the jam,
and generally making
a nuisance of myself.
But she would throw
her eyes to heaven,
and then she would hug me and laugh
when I told her
she made the finest jam
in the entire world,
and that one day
and taste her jam and carry her off
She was my nurse,
my playmate,
my everything.
In my mind, I always
see them together.
They dressed me, they fed me.
They gave me
everything I wanted.
They even laughed
when I broke something.
And your father?
I don't remember him at all.
Nothing that belonged
to him remains.
Ah, your fever is down.
But you still have
to rest for a few days.
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