Cinema Sex Politics: Bertolucci Makes 'The Dreamers' Page #6

---

a drawing or a tapestry

It cannot unfold with such elegance,

tranquillity and delicacy...

or with such sweetness,

affability, courtesy...

restraint and generosity.

A revolution is an uprising...

a violent act...

by which one class

overthrows another.

Chateau Lafite, 1955.

Chateau Chasse Spleen, 1959.

Grand vin, 1937.

Happy Birthday, Papa!

Uh, good.

- Listen, Matthew.

- Yes?

- You're a big movie buff, right?

- Oui.

Then why don't you think of Mao

as a great director...

making a movie with

a cast of millions.

All those millions

of Red Guards...

marching together

into the future...

with the Little Red Book

in their hands.

Books, not guns.

Culture, not violence.

Can't you see what a beautiful,

epic movie that would make?

I guess, but...

it's easy to say,

"Books, not guns."

But it's not true.

It's not books.

It's "book." A book.

Just one book.

- Shut up. You sound just like my father.

- No, no.

No, listen to me.

The Red Guards...

that you admire...

they all carry the same book...

they all sing the same songs...

they all parrot

the same slogans.

So in this big,

epic movie...

everybody...

is an extra.

That's scary to me.

That gives me the creeps.

I'm sorry to say it,

but for me there is...

a distinct contradiction.

Why?

Because... if you really

believed what you were saying...

you'd be out there.

- Where?

- Out there, on the street.

- I don't know what you mean.

- Yes, you do. There's something

going on out there.

Something that feels like

it could be really important.

Something that feels like

things could change.

Even I get that.

But you're not out there.

You're inside, with me,

drinking expensive wine,

talking about film.

- Talking about Maoism. Why?

- Okay That's enough.

- No, tell me why. Ask yourself why.

- That's enough.

Because I don't think

you really believe it.

I think you buy the lamp, and you put

up the posters, but I don't--

I don't think you

- You speak... too much.

- Okay.

Theo! Just listen to me.

Listen.

I think--

I think you prefer--

I think you prefer

when-- when--

when the word "together"

means not "a million," but just two.

- Oh-oh-oh, boys, boys!

- Or three?

- Isa. Come and join us.

- No, thank you, my sweet.

It smells like a whorehouse.

Thanks a lot.

I've got a surprise for you.

In the salon.

- It's beautiful.

- Hey, come on! Get in!

We used to do this

when we were little.

More wine.

Thank you.

Isabelle.

Oh! God,

your breath is foul!

Yeah. Oh, I'm sorry.

You're drunk!

Yes, I'm drunk.

And you're beautiful.

And tomorrow morning,

I'll be sober...

but you'll still be beautiful.

- Eh, bien.

- Go to sleep, Matthew.

Yes.

Idiot...

you can hardly keep

your eyes open.

Night-night.

Theo? Theo?

Wake up.

What is it?

I want you to listen.

- Why?

- Because.

- Theo--

- Mm?

I love you.

You know that?

I love you too.

You love me too?

That's funny.

Are you listening?

It's forever, right?

- What's forever?

- The two of us.

- Right?

- Yes.

Why did Matthew say that?

What did Matthew say?

That we're monsters,

freaks.

I just want you to tell me

that it's forever.

It's forever.

- Isa!

- You don't understand.

We'll talk about it

in the morning.

I promise.

Good. We must

leave now, darling.

- Already?

- What would you like?

To have dinner with them?

Let's leave on tiptoe.

Isa? What's happening?

- The street came flying into the room!

- What?

The street came flying

into the room!

- What's that smell?

- It's tear gas.

- Hit the streets!

- Go! Go on!

Hit the streets!

Matthew!

Isabelle!

Isabelle!

- Hi!

- Hi!

Dans la rue! Dans la rue!

Dans la rue! Dans la rue!

This is just the start.

The fight goes on!

- Theo, this is wrong. This is wrong.

- No, this is wonderful!

This is violence!

This is violence.

It's not violence. It's wonderful.

Come with me!

This is f***ing fascism

in a f***ing bottle!

I'm no fascist!

The cops are fascists!

- Yeah, and then police hit people!

- Shut up!

You can't understand.

Leave me be!

Listen to me for a second, okay?

This is what they do.

This is not what we do.

We use this.

- We do this. We use this. We use this!

- Stop it!

Isabelle. Come on.

Isa--

Encore les poulets!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes