Camille Claudel Page #2

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You certainly love him.

Marcel, you needn't have

written on the cloth!

Miss Claudel did it.

Foolishness!

Remove that scroll!

Put the two Adams back together.

Move out of the way!

Young lady...

Stand between them again.

Nice...

...very nice...

Make me another Adam

for tomorrow.

Thank you, all.

How was Victor Hugo's

first sitting?

I love him. I'd like to sculpt him

nude. Like the God that he is!

Hey girls! Got a lover?

They're not telling.

Stuck-up!

She's a proper young lady.

She's cultured,

she's saving it...

Tell me,

when do we see Rodin work?

He's busy thinking.

He'd better watch out!

Women are less important

than official orders.

An artist is an artist.

The truth is,

he has no ideas.

You know that Rodin is busy

arguing with the Minister.

You know that he's the biggest

lecher since Victor Hugo.

I'm sure it will be beautiful,

Giganti.

You'll be almost crouching,

with your head down...

...leaning on your knee.

And your arms...

your arms will hang down...

...hugging one leg.

I'm sure it will be powerful.

Powerful...

...and tender...

...just like you.

Taking a break?

It has to dry.

Want company?

All the screens are taken.

You wouldn't know what to do.

Come on, honey!

Show me what you've got!

Let go!

You're asking for it!

I'll get you. Girls don't

play coy for long, here.

You can play without me.

Leave her alone.

You! You'd better

stick to plastering!

Don't you get it?

You're like plaster...

...dull and sticky!

Where are you going?

Back to my real work!

Forget it.

You don't stand a chance!

What's wrong? Trouble?

I just passed by

an angry young girl...

Wait for me in the office.

Return to your pose, Adele.

He doesn't like my marble foot.

He'll never sign it.

"A miracle is based

on three conditions:..."

"The credulity of all,

the good will of some..."

"And the tacit consent

of the principal creator."

He should have understood...

You take everything too much

to heart. Did you ask him?

He never speaks to me.

"He who is a legend in his own time,

is ruled by that legend."

"It may begin

in absolute innocence."

"But, to cover up flaws and..."

"...maintain the myth

of Divine Power..."

"...one has to employ

desperate measures."

We'll hire another...?

No! Still no word

from the Claudel girl?

No.

You are unbearable!

Why did you leave?

Such outrageous behavior!

Are you always so impulsive?

I have no time.

I didn't hire you as a joke.

I need people on the job,

day and night.

There's work to be done!

Where did you find that clay?

Under my feet.

In Paris, Monsieur.

You got the head

and neck right...

...but you avoided the body.

The human body is a world

that moves. It's life!

Never think in surfaces,

think in depths.

If you want to copy

the head of my Adam, look...

No, I didn't...

Where's your model?

Not a pro, I hope.

They're too soft, flabby...

Come and look...

Stand here, see...

You must search in the neck...

...you must force the muscles.

There...You never see me work,

so you think I do nothing.

Careful, you'll hurt him!

There you are.

You spare your model.

You're bold enough

to sculpt a nude man.

But you make him comfortable,

and you hide his body.

I'll show you

where I work in secret.

You grant that I'm bold,

at least.

You're intelligent and

you work from the heart.

But you go about it

the wrong way.

You want me to teach you?

I don't need lessons

or advice.

I work directly

with live subjects.

I accept, Miss Claudel.

Am I fired?

She's a pupil.

Oh, sure, another pupil...

Too bad!

Because I froze yesterday.

What'll we try?

I hope today

you have an idea, at least.

The longer you think,

the colder I get.

One can only see the profiles

in shadow.

That profile is no good. See?

Won't you go in?

No...

I'll go see Jessie first.

No...not tonight.

I'll see her tomorrow.

You already know things

that took me years...

And, what I saw in Italy...

Michelangelo's

unfinished slaves...

...lost, abandoned

in a dark corner...

The randomness of

what's left unfinished...

...it's a complete emotion...

...before pure genius.

The other day when I saw you...

...all white,

standing between my two Adams...

...you gave me the idea

for a third one.

I thought inspiration

doesn't exist.

Pardon me?

I thought

inspiration doesn't exist.

I'm so happy.

I'm so happy, Camille.

I'll take you wherever you want.

Anywhere.

To the studio.

Your studio?

Yes...No.

Giganti is probably sleeping.

I'll go home.

Shall we go to Italy?

I'm going in.

Afraid of being scolded?

Honest?

I'm no longer a child.

And my mother

doesn't speak to me.

Why?

She doesn't like sculpture...

All that filth...

Mine always said, "Get rid of them!

They're everywhere!"

"Even under the bed!"

"Your mess!"

You see...

I'm twice your age...

...but we'll have

the same memories.

Good night.

I never meant

to copy your Adam.

My Giganti hides his body

because he's hurt.

Your coat!

At least you know

what moves you...

I no longer know.

Look, Paul...

He signed!

Victor Hugo is dead.

Is that her?

She has eyes you read about.

Deep blue, Schwob.

Victor Hugo is dead!

Victor Hugo is dead!

Victor Hugo is dead!

All of France weeps for Hugo,

and you cry over nonsense!

I want to go with you!

But it's a funeral!

I'm saving you a trip.

I want to see the procession.

There isn't any.

Yes, there is!

I read about it.

Now, Rose...

The truth is,

you're ashamed of me.

You'll be happier

on your balcony.

Oh, leave me alone!

Have you seen Giganti?

What heat!

Oh, such heat!

Can't you play something else,

dear?

She said,

"You're ashamed of me!"

And he said...

"Rose, you'll be

happier on your balcony."

And old Rose was dressed

in pink, from head to toe!

Who is this Rose?

Louis says it's ancient history.

Is she his wife?

Louis says she's one of several.

But they're not married.

You're sure?

Positive.

Her name is Rose Beuret.

It's hot, isn't it?

You're sure?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Get dressed.

That funeral wore me out.

Poor Victor Hugo.

Come back tomorrow.

It's too hot today.

Good-bye, sir.

Another party that

turns into crap.

All the simpering

and fake grief.

His corpse comes in handy.

You're a fine sight

in those dark panes!

The country will

do us all good.

She thinks she doesn't need

the rest.

Walk around! You'll step

on your sisters' skirts!

I've invited Monsieur Rodin

to Villeneuve.

It's time we thanked him.

But, Papa, he's too busy.

He can't come.

I wrote to him. We'll see...

Tell the priest I still

want to tear down his church.

Louis Prosper!

Stop tormenting that poor priest.

Have a good trip!

See you Sunday.

Monsieur Rodin. I beg you...

don't come to Villeneuve.

Notice the curves

of the steeple.

Delighted, Madame Rodin.

We wanted to thank you...

We feel honored...

How was your trip?

Camille! Our guests are here.

We used to live here all year...

...but my husband works

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