Camille Claudel Page #3

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in Rambouillet now.

And then,

Camille dragged us to Paris.

Here's Camille...

I know...

May I present my brother,

Paul...

Delighted.

Sensual pleasures

are everywhere...

The color of the foliage...

...the quality of the sky...

Stop! Rose will catch on.

I don't care.

Silence!

If only we had

lettuce like this in Paris!

You flatter my wife.

It's her garden.

I grow tomatoes on my balcony.

Rose is full of ideas.

I don't want to see them.

You should have stopped him.

And he brought her!

I'll never forgive you.

Do you want to wash up?

Exactly.

Follow me.

Wear out the earth...

Aren't you glad to see me?

Why did you come?

It's horrid. I'm ashamed.

It's a good way to keep time.

To be precise, Madame...

...this poor priest

keeps us informed...

...of all his

pitiful activities.

Are you a practicing Catholic?

I do as Monsieur Rodin does.

And what does Monsieur Rodin do?

This may surprise you,

but I almost became a monk.

I was young.

My older sister...

...Maria, whom I adored...

...became a nun...

after a promise of marriage

fell through...

She died of grief.

After her death

I entered the monastery.

I began leading her life.

To my surprise, my Confessor

asked me to do his portrait.

By making me sculpt,

he brought me back to life.

To my life, I mean.

It's a miracle that...

...he recognized the difference

between grief and a vocation.

No doubt...

I think I'd do the same thing.

You?

You'd become a nun?

I would stop...

What arrogance!

From whom do you get it?

Camille is not arrogant.

She just won't settle for less...

than she thinks she deserves.

When she's violent...

it's only because she's impassioned.

As a child...

...she used to model

human skeletons out of clay.

Then she'd bake them in the oven.

And she'd forget to eat and sleep.

It was amazing.

When she's touchy...

it's because she's uncompromising.

Monsieur Rodin must have

realized this.

Isn't that so,

Monsieur Rodin?

Ah, temperament!

Where do we get our temperament?

We don't know what it is,...

but we do know what it does!

On the "Gates of Hell"

I'm three years behind.

So, if I don't want to be

hounded by bureaucrats...

I must have help.

I can't work alone.

And Jessie Lipscomb

is leaving us for England.

I need qualified artists.

Talented ones! And fast!

No time to lose.

Which brings me...

to the pressing reason

for my visit here.

I want Camille in Paris!

Oh, yes.

That's the end of vacation.

Madame Rodin, coffee is served.

I feel you're abandoning me.

You're abandoning me.

Rodin didn't

come to say good-bye.

Give his secrets to the English.

I won't give them.

I'll sell them!

Here they come!

Welcome.

Marvelous, isn't it?

Pure 18th century...

Change the locks.

It sure stinks...

Industry, Louis, industry.

I thought the "Neubourg Folly"

was a madhouse.

Did you check thoroughly?

Yes. Nobody's living here.

The country!

Right here in Paris!

Do you like our new studio,

Miss Claudel?

I'm the happiest woman alive.

I love you.

I love you!

Look how beautiful you are...

Look...

Stay with me tonight...

No...

I don't want to upset my family.

Just look at them!

Scandalous!

Louis Prosper, come inside now.

You'll catch cold.

When I think Camille

doesn't even bother...

to come home on Sunday.

Your one day at home...

Are you listening to me?

She's a bad example for Paul.

I couldn't find Giganti!

You'll forget him.

He'd have been a good

"Bourgeois of Calais." To work!

You loved her?

I know you loved her.

You never dared tell her.

I'll tell you a secret, Giganti.

Without her, I don't know...

She's my only

source of inspiration.

What does she have

that I've lost?

I'm going.

No. What'll I do without you?

Poor boy,

drowning in filthy water...

...too disgusted to call

for help, he lets himself die.

I want to go far away,

leave Paris...

...leave the family...

leave everything around me...

before it's too late.

Rodin will surely help you.

You'll join

the foreign service...

At least now

you remember I exist.

What's this?

Your sister and her fiance

are here!

Tell Rodin

you'd prefer China or America...

Your fiancee is a fine pianist,

Mr. Massary.

What are you lovebirds doing?

Come, have your picture taken.

Rodin was going

to give you a raise. Did he?

He promised, Papa.

Does he pay you regularly?

Yes.

The "Bourgeois of Calais"

are nearly done.

What does that

have to do with it?

Since you met Rodin...

you've done no work of your own.

That's not true.

He's more concerned

about my future than I am.

This is December.

If you haven't begun,

you'll miss the Salon.

You've exhibited nothing yet

this year.

I've learned to work faster

from him.

My daughter didn't wait...

...for Rodin in order to exist!

Don't ever forget...

...that we're different.

That we're the Claudels.

You always worked faster

and better than others.

Remember, Boucher told us...

you must exhibit

to become known.

There's no other way.

I know, Papa.

Look at me, darling.

Lift your eyes.

Your future belongs to you.

Also...

Don't be seen too much

with Monsieur Rodin.

People might gossip.

Sorry I'm late.

You can see your sister later.

She's here for good.

Please...

Lunch is ready.

This lunch meant so much

to Camille.

What a cook that Rose is!

Winter will be rough.

Whenever I'm still hungry

I eat the bread.

Thanks, I'm fine.

Let's write to my friend...

in "Foreign Affairs" together.

This way.

Madame, I have good news.

You're pregnant.

I know you'll overeat again.

I despise those people...

...and their damned dinners.

Those people don't even

understand your work.

Let the Mayor of Calais

come here.

It's the whole

Town Council of Calais!

I can't stand these parties.

Go, see your Minister alone.

I'm glad I won't be seeing you!

Marry me.

Dear Rodin...

I can't come to Calais.

I have no hat or shoes.

So excuse me...

and don't accuse me

of bad faith.

I began a portrait of you.

When it's done, I'll make a mold.

When that's dry...

I'll just need to

break it open to see you.

Camille.

I sleep naked--

as if you were here.

But when I wake up,

it's not the same.

Don't be unfaithful to me.

You'll never get him!

He's mine!

Where would you be

without your hands?

Next time, I'll kill you.

Papa, it's for you.

Camille has disappeared.

She left everything behind.

What is it now?

You just got back from Calais...

Nobody's seen her in 3 days.

There's nothing

I can do tonight.

Let him in, if he's here.

Leave me in peace!

Go to the studio.

Get the others. Run!

Striking, isn't it, Limet?

Alchemy. Magic.

I never saw a self-portrait

like that.

So lifelike.

A cruel look at yourself...

You must look, gentlemen.

An artist believes his own eyes.

Many pupils have done my bust.

This one is the most beautiful.

I'll exhibit it everywhere.

Imagine! From memory!

She did it from memory!

She did it in your absence?

Miss Claudel

has become a master.

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