Dalida

26 ubat 1967

Bruno, it's important.

I must see Luigi's family.

Don't go alone.

Rosy should go with you.

She's my cousin,

not my bodyguard.

It's not a problem.

She'll keep you company.

I must see Luigi's family.

I'll be back tomorrow.

-You want to go alone?

-Yes.

- You're sure?

- Yes.

Okay, as you wish.

Take care.

Have a good trip.

-Thank you.

-Good bye.

Thank you.

Good bye.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

Hotel Prince de Galles, please.

Dalida attempted suicide

last night in her hotel room.

The singer was found

by hotel staff...

The singer's action...

...could be linked to the suicide

of her lover, Luigi Tenco.

Luigi, do you mind waiting for me?

I'll wait for you here.

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

-Hello.

-Hello Miss.

I have a booking.

Iolanda Gigliotti.

Very good.

I suppose...

-Room 76, third floor.

-Thank you.

Tell me something.

Something?

I don't know.

Tell me about Heidegger.

How about him?

-The "being-toward-death".

-The "being-toward-death".

You make a fine student, Gigliotti!

You deserve a prize.

Come here.

To be human

is to being alive...

...while going to death.

Like a tightrope walker.

Balancing between life

and death so as not to fall.

I don't agree with Heidegger.

-Really?

-No.

The main thing is

being-toward-love.

No, leave the light on.

-Why?

-I am scared of the dark.

I'll protect you, angel.

She shouldn't have been left alone.

I'm her big brother,

I should protect her.

Don't worry, it's not your fault.

Bruno, here's the doctor.

Well, can we see her?

She's out of danger

but that doesn't mean she's alive.

But she's out of the woods,

physically?

Physically, yes.

Mentally, I'm less optimistic.

Meaning?

She needs specialist care

to rekindle a zest for life.

We may need your help

to understand her action.

We'll have to transfer her.

There are some excellent places

near Paris.

I'll give you a list.

Dalida! Dalida!

And we still can't see her?

We have a protocol

for suicide attempts.

Avoidance of those

who remind her of the past.

They're the ones

who have kept her going.

That's the problem.

What was your

relationship with her?

Before or after the divorce?

I don't know.

How about when you met?

We met at a contest I held

at the Olympia.

"Tomorrow's Chart Toppers"

it was called.

April 9 1956.

There was Bruno Coquatrix,

Eddie Barclay and me.

Who wants to stay in today?

Let's go racing at Longchamp!

It's my radio station

that's holding the contest.

Your listeners won't know!

If we find any stars,

you'll sign them up!

We haven't before.

Why now?

I've an idea.

If I win at 421...

...we go.

-You won't win.

You can't gamble on this.

-We can.

-We can.

I'll go first.

Her voice recalls the Italian sun.

Can she make a name for herself?

It's up to you.

Miss...

...Dalida!

Love me

Love me, my love

Listen to my prayer

You who are everything to me

Hold me gently in your arms

Don't leave me alone

You do not have the right

Without you I am but a lonely child

Just a child, lonely and forgotten

Love me

I need you so much

My life would be worthless

If you didn't love me

From then on, I was obsessed

by finding her the best song

So she could become the best.

And she did.

-Mr Barclay will see you now.

-Thank you.

Do come in!

-Hello.

-Welcome.

-Hello.

-Hello.

We loved your performance.

You're very talented and we'd like

to offer you a contract.

Heavy eyes, sad expression

You can't sleep

You're just a shadow of yourself

You roam the streets alone

And every night

You wait beneath her window

I know you adore her

Bambino, Bambino

And she has pretty eyes

Bambino! Bambino!

But you're still too young

Bambino! Bambino!

To play lovers' games

Strum away on your mandolin

All the way from Egypt,

Miss Dalida!

In France to shoot a film,

we now discover her...

...singing Dalida and

her terrific "Bambino"

A bewitching voice.

To our great friend, Dalida!

An Italian girl from Cairo.

With your blond hair

Bambino! Bambino!

Your face resembles a cherub

Bambino! Bambino!

You should rather play football

Bambino! Bambino!

Like all the other boys

Bambino! Bambino!

You can smoke cigarettes

like an adult man

You can wiggle your

hips on the sidewalk

When you watch out for her

You can tilt your cap over your ear

-Hello Dalida.

-Hello.

You've become France's

most popular star.

Sing with your affectionate voice

Bambino! Bambino!

You can sing as much as you want

Bambino! Bambino!

She will never take you seriously

Bambino! Bambino!

Come Prima" by its creato.

How do you explain your success?

It's all about work.

I work very hard.

See you.

Good evening.

That leaves me with...

Taggi.

-What's that?

-You don't know?

-No.

-Taggi is a type of trouser.

-Taggi.

-Really?

You've never heard of it?

Taggi.

-No.

-Really?

I swear it's true. Why would

I make it up? It's Taggi.

The whole country is wondering.

-Wondering what?

-When's the wedding?

This isn't the time, Dali.

-Why not?

-Because, how can I say it?

A wedding takes

a lot of planning.

-That's why I'm asking.

-Find a date, then.

-You're always touring.

-My fault?

Sorry for making

your dream come true.

My dream is to have a child

with my husband.

Stars don't have babies.

It ruins the myth.

We've got our whole life for that.

Not when you're a woman.

We'll do it.

No, wait.

I've only just divorced.

Look at this wonderful career

we're building together.

It's a bit like our baby.

I'm tired. The lights hurt

my eyes every night.

I know you're tired, darling.

But we have 9 songs

in this year's charts.

That's a world first.

We have to think of that now.

What's the matter?

Do you ever see me as a woman?

-Just as a woman, I mean?

-Of course, darling.

You know I love you.

But your love story

is with the public too.

And with you.

With you first.

I want to make you dinner...

...have a child,

be a normal woman.

Normal women dream of being you.

And I dream of being like them.

She and Lucien waited too long.

They should have married sooner.

It was so important to her.

It is to any woman.

Dalida is not just any woman.

No.

She is extraordinarily

beautiful...

...in the sense

she's no ordinary beauty.

When she was young...

...she was different.

She remained in the dark

for 40 days.

CAIRO, AUTUMN 1933

She remained in the dark

for 40 days.

She damaged her eyes by trying

to look through her bandages.

Only my father's music

could soothe her.

She didn't like herself in glasses.

CAIRO, SPRING 1940

Four eyes!

You're ugly!

Four eyes!

Four eyes!

You're horrible and awful!

Four eyes! Four eyes!

She's someone who had to carve

her own image.

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Four eyes!

Four eyes!

Stop! Come now,

you little rascals!

Go away!

You'll all be punished.

Come.

Come along.

Don't cry. The Lord is always

on the side of the oppressed.

The way people saw her...

...was always...

...important.

She was obsessed by that.

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