Cinema Sex Politics: Bertolucci Makes 'The Dreamers' Page #5

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Shouldn't you be there right now?

- I'm lucky.

I'm in a university. I have friends

who aren't in university.

And they're expendable.

They're expendable.

I'm am f***ing lucky.

Youngsters that don't want the war.

Do you think you can

say it to the government?

"No. I'm against violence.

I don't agree with your war."

- Maybe in France.

- Okay, anybody--

In America, you have to go.

If you don't go, you go to jail.

Okay, I prefer to go in jail.

I prefer to go in jail.

- Instead of killing people,

Matthew, I prefer to go in jail.

- You don't understand.

I read it in "Cahiers du Cinma".

"A filmmaker

is like a Peeping Tom."

A voyeur.

It's as if the camera is a--

The keyhole

to your parents' bedroom.

And you spy on them,

and you're disgusted.

You feel guilty...

but you can't--

you can't look away.

It makes films like crimes...

and directors like criminals.

It should be illegal.

There goes my chance

to be a filmmaker.

- Why?

- My parents always left

the bedroom door open.

You'll have to direct theater,

not cinema.

Oh, maybe.

My parents only f***ed

once in their life.

That's why we're twins. They

didn't want to make it twice.

Don't be alarmed, Matthew.

It's good news.

It only happens once a month.

Oh.

I love you, Isabelle.

I love you too, Matthew.

Yeah, but I really love you.

I really, really love you too.

We both do. Don't we, Theo?

Oh, yeah.

That's not what I wanted you to say.

What do you want us to say?

I wanted you to say

you love me.

We just did, Matthew.

No, you said you love me too.

I don't want you

to say you love me too.

I want you to say

that you... love me.

Oh, we love you,

we love you, we love you.

That's not right, either.

You have to say it first.

My God, Matthew.

You already said it first.

Why is that? Why am I always

the first to say it?

Oh, poor Matthew. Oh!

We do love you very much.

I don't want to be loved very much.

I want to be loved.

You know what

someone once said?

"There's no such thing as love.

There are only proofs of love."

Are you ready to give us

proof of your love?

You want proof of my love?

Okay.

Get out of the bath.

Shaving cream.

- Razor.

- Thanks.

- What are you doing?

- What do you think I'm doing?

- You're not serious.

- Yes, I am.

It's nothing

you need to worry about.

- It's an operation I've performed before.

- Relax. It grows back.

- You're both f***ing crazy!

- What's the matter?

This is what you call proof of love?

Turning me into a freak?

- One of us, one of us, one of us, one of us.

- It's just a game.

It's just a game!

A game, Isabelle?

A game? Think about it.

Think about it. Is this something

you do to each other?

You want to shave my pubic hair?

You want me to be a little boy for you?

A little prepubescent Theo at six,

who you can play games with?

- You can touch peepee.

- Matthew, just--

I'll show you mine. You show me yours.

Come on! Come on!

Just calm down.

We hear you.

Theo, think about it.

Think.

You sleep in the same bed

together, every night.

You bathe together. You pee

in the john together.

You play these little games.

I wish you could step

out of yourselves and just look.

- Why? Why are you so cruel?

- Because I love you.

You have a strange way

of showing it.

No, I love-- I really

love you. Both of you.

And I admire you.

And I look at you,

and I listen to you and I think...

you're never gonna grow.

You won't grow

like this. You won't.

Not as long as you keep clinging

to each other the way that you do.

Isabelle, have you ever

been out on a date?

- A date?

- Yeah, a date.

- What kind of date?

- You ever been out with a boy?

- I've been out with Theo.

- Not Theo.

Have you ever been

out with a boy...

that you met at school

that you liked?

I was never taken to school prom,

if that's what you mean.

I'm afraid we don't have

proms in France.

You have dates

in France, Isabelle.

Come on. Have you ever

been out with a boy?

Why do you keep asking me that?

You know I haven't.

Would you like to?

- Is this an invitation?

- It's an invitation.

Would you like to go

out on a date with me?

Just the two of us.

Don't look at Theo.

Isabelle, you don't

need his permission.

Oh, no, no, no. We can't sit in the front.

We have to sit in the back.

The front is for people

who don't have dates.

Ooh. Sorry. Excuse me.

- Chocolats glacs, cacahutes, bonbons.

- So we sit in the back.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the motion picture

you are about to see...

is a story of music.

I play the role

of Tom Miller, an agent--

a small-time theatrical agent

who had been a--

Well, you'll see.

This motion picture was photographed

in the grandeur of CinemaScope, and--

Pardon me.

Sorry I can't stay,

but I have a train on tap.

All the best, Jerri.

Can't stand to hear me

sing again, huh?

You know it isn't that.

When I looked at the TV screen...

I remembered the battle

of the Cinmathque.

Except this time the demonstrators

weren't film buffs.

They weren't even

just students any longer.

It was hard to figure out

what was happening...

but it looked like shops had closed

their doors, factories had gone on strike.

And it was beginning

to spread all over Paris.

We're willing to consider...

all legitimate demands.

Theo and I never watch

television. We're purists.

The purest of the pure.

- Well, let's go.

- Yeah, but--

Jesus.

- What's wrong?

- They're not mine.

No, no, no. Your room.

- No.

- I don't know how long I've

been here, but in all that time...

I haven't--

I haven't seen your room.

- You do have a room, right?

- Yeah, yeah. Of course I have.

Don't think I've always

lived in Theo's pigsty.

- How come you never go in there?

How come we never--

- No, no, no.

No, no one's making

love on my bed.

Oh, please? Come on. -- No, no

It's your room. It's part of you. -- No, no

- I want to see it just tonight.

Non, non, et non.

I discovered a side of Isabelle

I'd never seen before...

a secret side

she hadn't wanted me to see.

I suddenly thought of my sisters'

bedrooms in San Diego.

I thought of our house,

and our neighbors' houses...

all alike,

and their green lawns...

and their sprinklers

and their station wagons

parked outside the garage door.

What sculpture?

I always wanted to make love

to the Venus de Milo.

I can't stop you.

I've got no arms.

I can't stop you!

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Don't. Don't.

Don't.

Don't listen to it.

Don't listen to it.

Don't cry.

- Don't.

- Please. Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Please. Please.

Please!

- Go away!

- Isabelle! Isabelle!

- Theo! Open up! Theo!

- Isabelle!

- Theo!

- You're gonna hurt yourself!

You're gonna hurt yourself!

- Who are you?

- What? What are you talking about?

- What are you doing in my room!

- What do you mean, what--

Get out! Get out!

Theo! Theo! Theo!

Theo! Theo!

Theo!

Theo!

A revolution isn't a gala dinner.

It cannot be created like a book,

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